"I don't remember seeking your permission to follow us. What you're saying sounds like I am begging you, which isn't possible—or the slightest bit of what's going on here." The male lizard stated drunk with pride.
Travis was baffled at the effrontery of the hedious lizard man. Was he talking to a lifeless mannequin, someone without a say in his own life? What a joke. The hardest joke he'd ever heard.
"As you can see, dummies, I am with my pack and family. We didn't ask for your help. Did we disturb you, so you could shower us with unnecessary kindness? So what's stopping you from disappearing?" Travis barked, his voice like thunder. The men behind him stiffened, stunned by this side of him. They knew Travis wasn't to be messed with, but lately, it was like he kept shifting personalities.
