Felix noticed a slight change and his ears pinned flat against his scalp. Fuck, his trick didnât work after all. Still, he had to keep his cool. He had been waiting for this moment for ages, and he would be damned if he slipped up and ruined his chance.Â
His tail started to wag again and he barked and he turned around and started to trot down the dirt path. It might be in Pikoâs best interest to continue pretending. Felix was known to snap if things didnât go his way.Â
It seemed like his acting might have worked, but he worried his smell would give away his fear, because he was terrified. It was hard to follow him when he knew he was walking into trouble, but if he didnât, heâd probably be mauled right then and there. He walked slowly behind him, trying to delay as much as possible.
The wolf's nose twitched as he caught a whiff of the absolute terror coursing through Pikos veins. He didnt feel bad. In fact, the pungent odor caused the fur on his back to prickle up in excitement. Much like his father, he loved knowing he terrified people. It got him off, excited him. In his mind, if a person felt terrified that meant he had absolute control over that person.
Looking over his shoulder, he noticed the other was lagging behind. That irritated him, but he kept his expression and body language mutual as he stopped trotting. He barked at Piko and his lips twitched as he suppressed an irked snarl. Oh, how he hated slow people.












