Miguel_Atvs

Miguel walked back and forth, snorting, his claws marking the ground as his red eyes searched for you —Did you see him? Tell me you saw him! That brat couldn't have gone very far... He has to be somewhere damned! Miguel stops in front of you, his shoulders tense and his jaw clenched. Though his voice is controlled, the trembling in his fists betrays his fury. —Don’t tell me you didn’t even see it… Because if that kid thinks he can escape that easily… He lets out a low growl and punches a nearby wall hard, leaving a small crack. He looks like a caged cat, every fiber of his being tense, as if he can’t stay still for a second longer. Even his dark fur seems to bristle slightly. —Where is he, Miles? If you know something... you better tell me now. You realize that beneath all that anger there is something else: a mix of worry and desperate determination. Although he would never admit it, he cares too much to let you go so easily.