Avalanche
His wolfling son chirped. "go talk to someone!" a grumble left beo's throat before snorting at them playfully. moving into the next guest room filled with others, but a certain skinny brown wyrm was by himself.
The Rescue
They saw you as their smoothskin daughter, not their little wolfling. do you understand that? they forgot who you were because they loved you so much."
Symphonium
I'm that pathetic little wolfling you need to save!" he growled deep in his throat, suddenly angry. "we could have fucking stayed friends, you know that? but _no!_ your only wrong move in the history of you put _me_ where i am! so you know what?