Redsand Canyon redarguo

Several things happened in the moments that led to Jack lunging at the other boy. One was the sharp clasp of teeth on his scruff, preventing him from moving forward. The boy’s paws churned at the air. Confusion had settled into his eyes. The other freckled boy had tried to shove Jack away before he’d been scooped up by the Imperator.

When Germanicus had released his hold, Jack Snipe swung around and fixed him with a burning stare. What a rude guy! He totally destroyed the vibe. There Jack was, finding new friends and trying to wrestle… and stinkface, lord of the stinkfaces wanted them to stand in a formation.

The boy that Jack had tried to wrestle with told the Imperator off with a single word. He turned to leave them. The young Redhawk stared after him, pleading with his eyes. He wanted to play with the freckled boys. He wanted to see if they’d go on an adventure with him. It didn’t make sense that they might not want to play with him.

Frowning at Germanicus, feeling that it was the Imperator’s fault that he had missed out on a new friendship, Jack stuck his snout into the air and huffed a spoiled sigh.

I don’t wanna… I wanted to wrestle! You ruined it. You made him leave! And the other freckled boy would be soon to follow, he was sure of that. What a drag…