anything specific you want done?[fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width:385px; text-align:justify;] The little squirt was from BlizzardClan, his old home. Ironic, right? There was some sort of ironic humor in this situation if you cared to look deep enough.
Neue wasn't sure why he had grabbed the apprentice. The scrawny feline dangled from his massive jaws as he crossed the territory. The smell that reached his nostrils was rotten. It made him want to throw up. His strides were short and quick, a long tail trailing after him. They'd had seen him try and snatch his collar back from his now deceased former body, and he.. he had simply reacted. His mind had gone blank, and he'd just grabbed them and ran from the territory as fast as his new body could carry the two of them down the stairs.
Once he had reached a suitable clearing, the bear-like creature finally spat the Blizzardclanner out of his mouth. Thin lines of saliva connected his maw to their pale colored pelt. Neue grimanced. Disgusting.
" Brats like you should, should really mind your own business. " the massive bear-like dog growled, though his voice stuttered, as if he wasn't sure of his actions. His brother wasn't here. Cancione usually told him what to do. A hulking paw pressed down none too lightly on the Blizzardclanner's flank; the pressure wasn't enough to do any harm, but enough to keep the apprentice pinned under his paw's weight. Neue swallowed, nervous. This was a kid. He was harming a kid. The Guard back home would have his head for this. They'd toss his remains into the river. He shouldn't do this. His paw pressed down a little harder instead. Against his better judgements, Neue continued.
" If ya'd of just let me get my collar in peace.. 'ey, you'd be back home. Safe 'n.. safe an' warm. You regret it yet? "
