04-07-2020, 12:39 PM
It had been more then easy to listen to his momma talk. Talk, about things that should have never happened, to things that did happen to her. The word- the indication of her torturer's home. This was a private story, one that she told him and him alone, without Marina or Goldie around. His eyes had narrowed and his fur stood on end, and for some reason some part of him didn't understand it. The part that knew, indicatively, that Trygve had run off to the Pitt, and returned harmed, yet he knew of his yearning to return. The only place he could think, without Sam's urging, was down at the beach. So that's where he went.
But he wasn't alone, he realized, as Ry spoke to him. His eyes shifted towards him, the optics narrowing a tiny bit. There was some anger, hot in his throat, he couldn't read and couldn't decipher. But he knew it was directed at Ry. "Do I?" He said, his tone snapping a bit. His tail lashed, stepping towards the water and not facing him. Rather dramatic for a cub, but there was some part of him that couldn't just sit back and watch it tear him apart, too, especially after returning from the Pitt all torn up.
Not again.
"You're still hurt from the stupid Pitt. No point in making it worse."
"SPEECH"
But he wasn't alone, he realized, as Ry spoke to him. His eyes shifted towards him, the optics narrowing a tiny bit. There was some anger, hot in his throat, he couldn't read and couldn't decipher. But he knew it was directed at Ry. "Do I?" He said, his tone snapping a bit. His tail lashed, stepping towards the water and not facing him. Rather dramatic for a cub, but there was some part of him that couldn't just sit back and watch it tear him apart, too, especially after returning from the Pitt all torn up.
Not again.
"You're still hurt from the stupid Pitt. No point in making it worse."
"SPEECH"
TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN