Deepwood Weald Come on, get up! Attack me!

The first string of words didn't particularly interest Behemoth. Pack this, himself that, yawn. Although the next comment that came made the ebony male chuckle, tilting his head slightly as he eyed the older male. Never too young to learn how to depend on yourself. His tail lazily swayed behind him.

Behemoth had been alone for most of his life and while that might have been unnatural for most, it was the life he had known the best. Sure he could handle company but he was picky about it. Why was his time looking for others to busy him when he liked himself just fine?