The boy sullenly drops his head, staring at the ground for several seconds before raising it, eyes afire with defiance. "I know it's not a game, and what Tiva thinks doesn't matter to me at all. I'm not the one who fell from a building while showing off."
Inwardly groaning, you ignore Lapu's poor attempt at nettling you. The boy's hung up on Tiva, that's for sure, but you don't need him to admit it. He just needs to ignore it for the time being while you concentrate on breaking into the black site.
The restricted building is exactly where you thought it would be, sitting nestled deep in the embrace of a ferocious-looking barbed wire fence. You're momentarily disappointed that the building itself isn't actually black. Chalk one up for newly learned misnomers, you think to yourself.
Lapu darts forward, and you grab him by the scruff of his neck, pulling him back into the shadow of a nearby building.
"We need to be smart about this," you whisper, pointing out two human guards that Lapu missed in his enthusiasm. "If we get caught here, it's all over. A scolding from the elders will be the least of our worries."
How have your long years of learning prepared you for this moment?
For a wolf as well practiced in the arts of stealth as myself, quiet infiltration shouldn't be too difficult.
I've studied human behavior and response for years. Subtle tells and personal affectations allow me to read the guards like an open book.
Managing every asset to my advantage comes naturally. A plot springs to mind, and I direct Lapu to follow it to the letter.
I've rarely met a problem that can't be solved by brute force. The humans can't catch me if I take them down first.
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