He smirked as they stared at him in bewilderment, two hundreds hovering over his head as he stared them in the faces with those smug blue eyes. For such a little pup, he triumphed over every other wolf in this Sanctum with those big numbers. They had intended to throw him away, yes, but they had forgotten the crucial detail that those they wish to drop off must have been bred from their own blood. So now they were stuck with him.
Everyone shrugged it off, for the most part. Everyone except Silane. Because guess who's the new healer in line? Not. Her. She'd slaughter him if she could, but she can't. All she's destined to be now is a finisher!! A stupid, basic, hunting finisher!! It should've been her job! HERS!! SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN HEALER!
"................Cope."
"Excuse me?!"
"Cope."
And away he walked, his tiny body holding the largest amount of arrogance a wolf, no, a pup, could ever hold.
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