Golden Glade King of Kings

Once more, the boy was confused between the discussion of the weird brown wolves and his old family. Tipping his head to the side, he watched them banter back and forth with wide eyes before being intersected by the limb of Channel. "Huh?" He breathed, peeking his head around, the boy continued to stare rudely at the bunch before looking back at his family.

There was a lot of words being said; Some increasing in volume. Some increasing in insults.

Primrose pulled his ears back at that fact. Mainly at the calling of 'Heathen swine.' The young Firebird did not know what swine meant, but he knew that Heathen was a dreaded term. Being called it did not favor him, and with a quivering lip and confused mind at why he would be called such a thing he clung to his mother.

"You're mean," he called out at the lot of them before being trudged along back home.