((What is Sledge's question?))
Noxion glanced at the two pups. None of them uttered a word. Wow. They shut up pretty quickly. He thought, stretching out on the barrels. He was glad he wasn't the youngest anymore - he could now boss around those two pups. I wonder if this is what a mentor feels like... Shrugging, he flicked his ear as he glanced around, his tail thumping against the barrels softly. Everyone was so quiet, he was sure he could hear the Walker's footsteps moving along far away. But he was glad there wasn't anymore - another Walker was the last thing Rouge needed.
Noxion was glad when he saw Agro, but the admiration had all disappeared. Who was he admiring now? His shoulders sagged as he let out a huff, glancing at the doorway. But Agro had already left, so there was no point in changing his mind. Suddenly, the pup felt like crying. What the -'s wrong with you, Noxion? He scolded himself, mortified of how he was acting. I bet Agro doesn't even cry - or Rouge! Sighing, the pup placed a paw over his muzzle, covering an eye as he decided to get some sleep.