Bearclaw Valley I dislike you more than you know

[size=x-small]I thought so[/size]

Artok had seen the male, that his foster mother was so enamored by, walking about. He had actively avoided him, to the best of his abilities. He saw him travel around the waterfall, and the sight of him. Usually it left a bitter taste, in Artok's mouth. Artok disliked him, more than even Scarlett knew. Perhaps, it stemmed a bit from bitter jealousy. The attention that had been so easily lavished upon himself, now he had to share it. Or perhaps like all the others, it was merely a cause of trust.

It was then as he thought like that, when Kove stepped into view. His face twisted into disgust, and he stared at him for a moment. Clearly, upset with the other's candor, in speaking with him. Obviously if I am up and walking. I am doing well. Yourself? the last part he added almost grudgingly. But even the brow beaten boy, knew of morals and manners.