Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190115181913/@comment-5583506-20190127034217

Hate growled upon hearing the word *trapping* which he instinctively knew what to associate it with. Traps were something that the two-legs put out in the woods and the wastes to try to catch him with. He had a bad experience concerning them and had at one point almost chewed off his right foot in order to escape, hadn't his mistress come along to rescue him.

He could withstand his mistress putting out traps, for he knew that she would never allow or risk him to get caught in them, but other two-legs? Unforgivable! Or at least unforgivable to the point where if they fed him treats, he would be kind enough to look the other way and ignore their slights. At least for the moment.

He snapped angrily at Mac and then started to nibble at the tip of the trapper's right boot with an aggressive determination.

"Uh oh", Ylva snickered. "Looks like you've pissed him off. What sort of things do you trap then?"

Hate glared at his mistress as soon as she uttered that filthy sound as well, but continued on to chew on the other two-leg's boots, seemingly unfazed.