Greatwater Lake lost and found and barely hanging on

He feels the others breath slow and for a moment he thinks he’s going to pass out, or die. Honestly Donovan would be okay with either. Someone has to teach hot headed kids like him a lesson. It was his own fault. Perhaps if he didn’t want to becomes Donovan’s latest chew toy he wouldn’t intentionally pick fights. Especially since he has such a disadvantage as missing a leg.

Then all of a sudden, he’s scrambling and kicking wildly. Probably finally realizing that Donovan could kill him. He’ll have pity on him — spare him. He taught him his lesson. So as his paws scrape and scratch at him he loosens his grip and drops him. Backing away quickly before the little bastard could try and make any more bad decisions. He puts a solid two meters between them and stares down disapprovingly at the coffee colored male.

“I’d fucking hobble away if I were you now. Maybe use your brain next time, hot head.” He growls to him. If he so much as turns in Donovan’s direction, he won’t hesitate to snatch him up once more.