[G] [O] 742.02.14 | A Higher Ceiling

I will take care of mine, mind your own, Pharalth growled, his voice extra grating in his ire. How stupid must she be to not understand such a basic concept as being left alone! There is plenty reason to yell when you will not leave! He flared his wings as he eyed the pair, considering if he should just charge them and try to scare them off.

V'lis had spent years training dogs before this, he knew better than to let unchecked aggression slide. He snapped his fingers as he sharply scolded in a voice far more commanding than his sleep deprived state should have allowed, "Ep! No! Down!" Pharalth was so startled that he turned to his glare on his rider, remaining silent for the moment. He could have words when the terrible rude strangers had left. When the woman spoke again he groaned, rolling his eyes. "Fucking shards, just go if you're going to!"

Pharalth waited until they had started to leave before turning his attention back to V'lis, gently head butting him in the shoulder. I am not one of your dumb canines. "I know, so don't act like it." The brown puffed up, angry as he moved to sniff at the furs left behind. Should I rip these? "Why waste them?" Pharalth considered it for a moment and nosed one of the furs closer to his rider. Then be warmer so I can stay outside longer. "Sure," V'lis mumbled as he tugged it up to cover him and closed his eyes again. Part of him was vaguely aware of Pharalth curling up on top of the rest of them to soak in a bit more sun.