Haunted Wood My oh my!

He had just gone a hundred meters or so into their foresty domain. His ears still pressed to his skull, the tag on his left irritates and he shakes his head vigorously. He flops his body down to the ground, lying his chin on the ground and rubs a large paw over his tagged ear. Letting loose a long, dramatic growl he reels back in his haunches into a sitting position and bring his hind leg up to scratch at his the offending tag on his ear.

He’s really just being a cry baby now. After he itches his ear so hard he sees a few pieces of fur fly off he know he should stop. He gets up and paces circles around a tree. He didn’t think he would’ve snatched the puppy up, his memories aren’t as bad at that. He’s more disappointed in himself.

Then he remembers the way Serem stepped in front of her pup like she expected him to do something. That alone makes more hatred swirl within him. He’ll clear his head. He decides. By pacing around this tree for hours. It’s what he’d do in his cage, pace for days on end even.