Chapter 13
"Its one thousands, one hundred and sixty-one," Samus said after taking some time to do the calculations.
"Oh, fascinating," Wolf grunted. He opened the fridge and bent over, tail high in the air and wagging in a playful fashion, until finding a bottle of water. "If you're so smart, what's the speed of light?"
"299,792,458 miles a second," she said after only a moment's hesitation.
"Alright luv, what's the speed of dark then?"
"What the hell kind of question is that?"
"One you apparently can't answer, despite your vast intellect," he said with a low snicker that may have been a growl.
"This is why everyone says you're an asshole," she snapped. "Where did you learn that trick? With the numbers?"
The lupine gave a gentle shrug. "I don't know. I just made it up. My sister was a little twit, always getting hurt, always came running to me. She actually stuck a fork into an electrical socket. I kept saying, you're going to get shocked, and she says alright. So I turn my back, and I notice the lights are flickering. You just gotta keep the kiddie's mind off the pain, or they'll just keep screaming."
"Anyone ever tell you, you would make a good father?" Samus asked.
Wolf gave a long chuckle. "Yeah, provided I don't eat my cubs when I get hungry."
"I'm serious," Samus said with a coy glance.
He look turned stern, if only for a moment. "You can call me a lot of things: mutt, criminal, pet, fleabag, whatever you like, but you never call me father, alright?"
"Had a tough childhood?"
Wolf gave another chuckle. "Luv, I never had a childhood."
Wolf so needs a graphic novel about his childhood. I've seen some very well made fan comics, but I would like something in the cannon that explains how he turned to crime and such. The fact that his trophy says his rivalry started with James McCloud only deepens the mystery. I'm thinking child soldier in the Venom army personally, maybe shot by James (through the eye) without James even giving him a second thought.