[glow=white,1,400]GONNA MAKE YOU SORRY THAT YOU MET ME, GONNA MAKE YOUR INSIDES HURT !｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
The moment he had heard about his cousin having cubs, well, had been sweet music to Trygve Roux's tufted ears. Of course, he hadn't been able to meet or play with them until they were a lot older was what his mother told him whilst he nodded excitedly to her when she had given the news. Maybe now, he would have someone he could wrestle with. He couldn't really play rough with his siblings since they were a lot more delicate than him, mainly Eulia and Jameson, but he didn't like having his ego destroyed whenever Natyli would pin him down during their playful fights. The mere memory of it causing a growl to emit from his throat as he left his pile of siblings once more that morning, he slipped into the outside world only to cautiously step out with a small frown. He hoped that large bovine creature wouldn't startle him again though he didn't linger on the thought much when he heard voices and laughter. Ah, he could only assume who it was as he found a devilish grin tugging at his lips and scrambled over sending sand flying behind him. The smile vanished the moment he caught sight of an adult, his muzzle scrunching up in slight distaste. He didn't even know who this mangy dog was though he supposed that they looked cool for an adult not as cool as his cousin Goldie but on the low spectrum of cool not realizing that this lupine was also technically his cousin.
His gaze shifted only to lock onto Brandykit, his fur rising with excitement. Oh man, he wanted to badly throw himself at the other so they'd be completely soaked but he had to remember his mother's stern words. Something about not playing rough? Yeah, something along those lines. His tail would stand upright with a lash, a small smile on his maw ready to introduce himself "Brandykit is it? Nice t'meet ya, I'm Trygve but call me Ry." Or die. He thought with a soft snort, he didn't realize that by family relations this motherfucker was actually his second cousin. How fuckin weird was that? Pretty fuckin weird though he'd never take that kind of title seriously, gods no, he never wanted to be referred to as an second cousin. Fuck that. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
His gaze shifted only to lock onto Brandykit, his fur rising with excitement. Oh man, he wanted to badly throw himself at the other so they'd be completely soaked but he had to remember his mother's stern words. Something about not playing rough? Yeah, something along those lines. His tail would stand upright with a lash, a small smile on his maw ready to introduce himself "Brandykit is it? Nice t'meet ya, I'm Trygve but call me Ry." Or die. He thought with a soft snort, he didn't realize that by family relations this motherfucker was actually his second cousin. How fuckin weird was that? Pretty fuckin weird though he'd never take that kind of title seriously, gods no, he never wanted to be referred to as an second cousin. Fuck that. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]