Skittles

The brute entered the hay filled barn, quickly finding a soft spot before laying down. he was in no mood to hear what anyone had to say. His brother had abandoned him, and now even a dog thought she could tell him what do do. It was degrating, and he hated it. Instantly his fangs fell to the cast, nawing at it to leave only small, almost invisable marks. And again he let loose a snarl, a few wild grumbles following it before he lawed his dial angerly upon his frot limbs, eyes staring blindly at the wall.

Skittles

After a few hours of silence, the brute found it too much to bear. instantly he stood, peds carrying him out, towards the cow pasture where his siblings would be hunting. he would aid them whether they wanted him to or not.