+caninebrutality
[Even in Gotham where the stink of human, garbage, and rot permeates every molecule of air, Jason found the smell of pups easy to pick up on and hard to ignore. He paused by a park, head tilted up and nose in the air to pick up the scent of whoever’s kit it was before wrinkling his nose at a nearby bush. What he does is reach over it to grab at a dirty scruff and to pick the puppy up to eye level.]
*He let out a scared yelp as he was suddenly lifted from his hiding spot. His ears pressed flat against his head and he stared at the other with wide eyes. He let out a whimper at being found by… and yes that was definitely the scent of another wolf. He wasn’t going to hurt him was he?*
Where's your sire? [What kind of idiot lets his pup run around without any supervision? Werewolves are stronger than normal canines but that doesn't mean a hard hit from a bus or truck is going to be just as soft as a little kick from kids.]
What are you doing here? [This is his territory. His home. There weren't suppose to be any other wolves around, especially not families. ]
