Lake Rodney they'll never win you back

His anger was brushed off by the other, cast aside as if he didn't truly believe Redshank would kill Rannoch if he got the chance. Because he totally would. Logistics such as the man being much older and much larger than him would be something to deal with later. Redshank just had a rage within him and it was all directed towards the turquoise-eyed wolf. Titmouse's attempts to quell his temper only served to add fuel to the fire, and he toyed with the idea of bringing the boy his head just so he could prove him wrong. He would see.

They'd all see.

"What?" he retorted at his company's jab, before suddenly the two resumed their play fighting again. When Titmouse thrust his pointed muzzle towards him, Redshank clumsily attempted to grab it within his teeth. They snapped closed around thin air. "Fuck off," he shot back, voice breaking halfway through his counter. "I'd slit 'is throat before he even knew I was there."