Shadow Mountain Vhenan Aravel

For a moment, he just watched the wolf slump back down, his exaggerated sigh and tail thumping with a rhythm that practically screamed I’m annoyed but don’t know what to do about it.

The comment had him narrowing his brown eyes, his tail flicking with a faint twitch of irritation. Mousey figure? That one stung—just a little. Instead of pouting, he straightened, his lean frame stretching up like it might magically make him look less “mousey.”

“Mouse?” he repeated, feigning offense as his grin shifted into something more wry. “Alright, big guy, that’s rich coming from someone who looked like they were about to hibernate for the rest of winter.” He planted his paws firmly, though his posture stayed loose and boyish, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “And I'll have you know—...” He trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words, or rebuttals, his mouth scrunching up in bitter defeat. "Whatever."

With a quick flick of his tail, “What about you, though? Let me guess—some kingdom of ‘big scary wolves’, yeah?” His voice lilted with humor, teasing but without any real bite. “Must be rough being so tough all the time.”