ts’okhun was never quiet, and never wanted to be.
he shouldered in beside yakone with the grace of a bull, narrow eyes squinting hard at the approach of the so-called heir. the tension in the air only emboldened him; he liked to chew on it, tongue resting sharp against the ridges of his teeth as ghelan’s voice rang out.
finally grew a pair, huh?ts’okhun muttered under his breath to his sister, loud enough for her to hear. his tail flicked behind him like a whip.
his attention didn't waver from ghelan though, red eyes and all. ts’okhun watched him like a hawk, unimpressed, unreadable. the boy might’ve come calling with his chest puffed, but to him, ghelan still looked like a ghost that'd run too long and come home too late.
this oughta be good,he said, settling in with the glint of a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.