Mudminnow River obscura

"Hmm."

Holland had no interest in dealing with the, ah, lack of eloquence. Especially men, who were prone to violence over a woman. At least most women played with you emotionally - he liked to match wits at times. He also knew not to get in too deep. But this? 'Fuckface'. How very mature. But if he didn't give a shit about his appearance by now, he'd be curled in a ball somewhere. Boohoo, all the people who'd laugh and call him names.

"Do you really care what I'm doing?" he asked bluntly, yet softly. His eye raised to glance over at the other wolf, seeing them through a neutral look. And that was that. He waited, on edge now. Wolves who threw that slang around were more likely to be brats as a personality. Holly didn't have a hope for this one already. But he'd leave if it went too far, and so far he had no real gain for this conversation.