Two Rivers Isle they call me seymour butts cause i get mo' ass than most

The boy remained cocooned in his stinking prison, listening and feeling the breath rattled throughout the beast. Whatever it was had kept him alive, for now. Until one monumental movement sent a fold directly into poor Matteo's mouth and something in his little brain shifted from terror to utter disgust. The taste was unimaginable, a mix between sweat and something rotten - it really needed a bath.

And to make matters even worse, it started moving again! It felt like being in a washing machine, not that Matteo knew what that was. As the undulating flesh pile finally departed from their den, the boy emerged bleary eyed and fur looking like a cat who had been dragged backwards through several hedges. And oh boy did he stink.

Once adjusted to the sunlight, he marched right over to where the beast now scratched against a tree and plopped himself down in front of her foaming face with a grumpy, "HEY YOU!" The impromptu independence and Ines' absence from Iseul had led him to grow somewhat of a spine and, although he was aware of the newcomers, he was yet to see one in person. He could understand his sister's frustration; as of late the Isle had been smelling less like the Isle and less like Ma and Pa. But he trusted Iseul, and if she thought sacks of rotten flesh deserved a place here then he would respect her choices. But that didn't mean he'd have to like them.

All he can think to say as he glares up at the mastiff in all her glory is "your face stinks just as much as your butt." A+ insult Matteo, good job.