Don't push me, I've got nothing to lose.
The clown grins as his flame snaps on him. Her temper was always desirable, and quite frankly, it turned him on. He circles the boy for a moment, giving him a sniff, then nodding in approval at how quickly he stands.
"That's my boy." His coat nearly identical to his mother, who is now moving away to find yet another child. "Don't be so hasty, my queen. The other, we must choose him wisely." A growl through clenched teeth as he allows himself to nip selfishly at her rump. He move side steps to avoid her back legs, then canters up to her front, stopping her in place. "You left me once...are you still mine?" Eyes narrowed onto her sleek frame, a question he had been itching to ask her for months. She had escaped him once, made him a fool, he wouldn't allow it to happen again.
Modicum Mortem