“Fine. Whatever you think you are is what you are. So if you think you have no say, then you have no say. But if you actually want something, then tell me. I don’t give two fucks about what you think you are. You’re a person. You have wants, needs and ideas of your own. But if you think you’re a slave, who the hell am I to tell you otherwise?”
He shakes his head, turning away. “I only know his hunter name. NO one knows his full name, will that work?”
Thatcher narrowed his eyes, shooting a sharp look at the man upon hearing his attitude. It annoyed him that he clearly did not know the consequences of his action. It felt disrespectful to him, and he would not take that sort of treatment.
"That should work," Thatcher confirmed with a nod of his head. There was another loud howl, sounding much closer. That was confirmed when there was a sudden bang on the door. Barking and claws could be heard scraping against the door harshly. He seemed to not be worried by the sudden bashing against the door, a small smile creeping onto his lips. A hole was suddenly broken through the door, and a jaw could see coming through, ripping the hole bigger. Eventually, a large dog stepped through. She appeared to look similar to a Doberman, but there were a couple of things off. Her eyes were a flaming red, her paws left burnt prints on the floor, and she had a devil's tail that whipped back and forth with anticipation. She trotted up to Thatcher, sitting down and seeming pleased with herself that she had found him, not paying the other man much mind.