Redtail Rise captive pursuit

The blod inquired further, and Ruckus was not fond of the needling. They continued to wrinkle their nose and lips at the older wolf, their brows funneled into an angry look. There were only two emotions Ruckus truly understood: anger and pain. Comfort, contentment, happiness, and joy were things they did not remember from their earliest days. As far as they were concerned, those emotions didn't exist.

Don't like eat, they repeated flatly.