1: "?"
Milo: "Hi hi hi!"
Alistair: HE IS NOT A PET!
1: "He is."
Alistair: NO! Heś super pissed, His fingertips start going black, lengthening into claws
Alistair: HE IS A WEREWOLF, AND HE DESERVES TO BE AMONG HIS PEOPLE...
1: "Don't care."
Alistair: I SHOULD KILL YOU WHERE YOU STAND...
He snarls, teeth lengthening, the blackness starting to spread up his arms
Milo growled a little, but then he stopped and wobbled up to Alistair
Alistair looks down at Milo, the blackness receding a little
Alistair: ...Do you have something to say?
"....please no hurt.."
Alistair: But they´re pratically keeping you prisoner...can you really be ok with this...?
