[ More often than not, it's an argument between him and Izzy, or at least a battle of wills. Edward knows this must rankle Izzy, the year-long process of it and Ed's own reluctance. But Izzy behaves himself now, even with the taste of blood in his mouth, and Ed is instantly reminded of Izzy's worth. Helps that he looks incredible, too: sharp-eyed and fearless, licking his teeth as well as if he'd already had fangs, all but begging to be brought to heel by someone older, stronger, hungrier. Ed's eyes flick to Izzy's mouth, and he nods, almost imperceptivity, before turning away from him. ]
That's enough for this lot. Follow me.
[ With a kind of violence to his step and fire in his eyes, Ed stalks away at a steady pace, expecting Izzy to follow him as commanded like the good doggie he is. ]
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That's enough for this lot. Follow me.
[ With a kind of violence to his step and fire in his eyes, Ed stalks away at a steady pace, expecting Izzy to follow him as commanded like the good doggie he is. ]
It's past time for lunch.