(A/N: Lupyne's dialogue will be presented like this for the rest of the story.)
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
If Wulf was big, this guy was huge. Wulf was easily ¾ his size. And when it came to features, this guy made Wulf look as friendly as a newborn puppy. Lupyne was massive, no clothes, unlike Wulf; and covered head to toe in scars. He was so beat up, his left ear was totally gone, a hole where it should have been; and, while his right eye was like Wulf's, it had neither the warmth nor the compassion, and his left one was blood red, with a hug scar running across his forehead and down his cheek.
"Havigi ekster, Lupyne."
"What'd he say, dad?" I asked.
"He told him to get out."
"Ne sur via vivo. Nia patrino ciam ami vi plu."
"He said 'Not on your life. Our mother always loved you more.'"
"Car mi havi sento de moraleco."
"'Because I have a sense of morality.'" With Wulf's last comment, Lupyne let out some kind of strange howl that sounded almost like a laugh.
"Tio estas rica, pripensi vi jeti post bari."
"'That's rich, considering you were the one thrown behind bars."
"CAR VI ENKADRIGI MI!"
"Wulf was framed for something!" Dad yelled as Lupyne lunged at Wulf
"Fiki vi." Lupyne muttered. (A/N: Don't translate that one, kids.)
Wulf's face contorted in pain as he managed to say "Run.", a word everyone understood