Our skin gets thicker, living out in the snow
CREVAN
Can Sinner blame him?
Crevan’s eyes have stared into hell and beyond. He’s felt the brush of death’s fingers against his cheek, let those cold lips touch his own and suck the marrow dry from his bones. (“Don’t be afraid when the night wolves cry. Feast on their bones, suck the marrow dry.”)
His mother’s lullaby and Sinner’s laugh cause his spine to straighten and grow stiff. “Freak?” The other says, seemingly taken aback by Crevan’s outpouring. (Yes, the pale wolf thinks, pretend you’re offended all you want.) His new companion talks some more, (he’s guilty of it himself, sometimes) and then the hellhound does what Crevan knows he cannot resist doing - taking those large, dark paws and shuffling himself closer in a display of nonchalance.
To the shifter, it’s as good as a challenge.
His hackles raise now, giving way to a snarl that exposes both upper and lower jaw. “I did not come from a rock!” The other hisses, but Crevan is certain he’s about to find himself underneath another one anyways. “I could care less about your forgotten home,” The wolf rages, his nightlock-colored eyes wide as his teeth gnash against one another, “or you, for that matter.” Crevan jars, his mouth now alive with the glow of sparks and soft tendrils of flame. They leak past his black-rimmed lips and spill out across the forest floor where he now paces, keeping Sinner always at his front.
“That’s close enough. What do you want?” He finishes, halting as if to emphasize the command. A snap of twigs catches a single ear, tilting the tan-colored appendage around to place the source but he won’t dare look away from the Hellhound. It could be another coming to join in, possibly backup for this behemoth and yet … Crevan feels a little thrill of excitement at the idea.
It’d been far too long since he’d had a real confrontation.
@[Sinner] @[Kwazi] So, basically he hears Kwazi but he's on full-alert mode so he's not about to be distracted, lol.