Wapun Meadow i'd rather join that pirate ship than gone to botany bay

venextos watched his newfound company, small furls of condensation beading between breaths of damp rabbit fur. he watched as the stranger moved, his head dipped in the briefest of silent bids. the displaced attalus might have returned the gesture were it not for the fact skwol's back was already upon him and the energy expended would have been lost.

he knew better than to believe the male's attention was no longer upon him, despite the plain view of the large wolf's backside. something about skwol's aspect told venextos he better not test him, and venextos had always been a man to never question the prickling of his gut. all the same he was puzzled by the male's failure to depart. most wolves were eager to quit his company.

"whufd'wan?"" 'what do you want?' the male called, the downy fold of meat between his teeth softening the articulation of his words.