Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

well, I clicked mature for this post. Hopefully it shows up but I'm not exactly sure :P

Now this kid was was trying to coax him with the piece of meat he was swaying around. It worked momentarily when Āzon's green & red eyes followed it around everytime it was moved, but he'd soon snap out of his short hypnosis to look back up towards the brown wolf. If he had to choose between being easily persuaded and not eating, then the large brute would happily starve to prove a point. A poor (and idiotic) choice all for the sake of pride, but that victorious chuff Ignis bellowed from his chest was one without regrets.

Āzoniol would then sit there and blink with a flabbergasted look on his face — he'd just been called 'dick breath'. Definitely wasn't expecting such a thing to come from the yearling, but the sire couldn't help snicker at the childish quip. Āzon was wrong; maybe this guy had a mouth on him afterall, one just as bad as his. "Alright ya cheeky lil' shit, you made yer point." the prince said through suppressed snickering, turning his body from the lake and sitting to face them. Then, he'd notice something strange; when turning to face them fully and get a better look at what this boy looked like, Āzon noticed a pair of scars tracing the top of his muzzle.

"Hey, uhhh....what happened there?" he asked while placing a paw on his own muzzle to show the he-wolf what hed been referring to. The scars looked pretty bad ass, but still, where'd they come from? "Got roughed up in a fight or somethin'?"