Nova Peak hangfire

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nowkē does not think he has ever heard a man talk so much. as result, he is torn between annoyance and amusement, in of itself. perhaps, equally as amused as dark fur is with him!

nowkē scoffs a laugh at his words and kicks his back legs against the soft, fall mush of earth, soil flying, and purposeful in the direction of the laughing man.

bear, fool! nowkē corrects, turning his nose up at the idea of wearing another wolf’s skin. well, he supposed it would certainly send a message on his own bravado and strength. hm, now that he thinks about it…

nowkē snaps his teeth towards the wolf on the rock; it is not aggressive, but merely playful. then nowkē ranges several feet away again, his tail lashing in mock.

kiss? nowkē questions, tongue lolling in disgust. you are big fool, yes? the adolescent asks, swinging his own weight around in a faux display of dominance. good thing, nowkē of winsook does not kiss. he only fights.

said with narrowing eyes and a flagging tail. what an arrogant little bastard he is.

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