Lost Creek Hollow Luck is my middle name

He followed him.
 
Of fucking course, he followed him. Because why wouldn’t he? Why would he leave Daighre alone? No, apparently that was far too fucking easy and painless or some other stupid, contrived bullshit.
 
And so, the dumbass ran along beside him, frustratingly just out of reach and yet somehow still too obnoxiously fucking close.
 
His hackles bristled. His shoulders bunched towards his ears. Tension was evident in every fiber of his being. His tail hung in the air behind him, ramrod straight and raised.
 
‘Who did upset you, huh?’
 
“Everyone.” He growled. Everyone fucking upset him.