Cerulean Cape thunderclap

like Raptor, Lycaon was not in the business of friendship building or associating with members outside his faction. hell, even inside his faction he was choosy with who he brushed elbows with. however, individuals he felt were worth his banter were scarce as hen’s teeth and this guy had gnarly incisors of his own. so there was potential there, and Lycaon wasn’t getting his ass nibbled yet so that was progress for the social pariah. 

”well you keep teasing me so I don’t know if I trust you’ll even let me.” he huffed loudly, casting his head like he had a thick, luxurious mane to dismissively toss. ”anyway. I prefer them unpuckered, myself. I feel that puckered really hinders the flavor profile of the asshole.” he added with an elite air to his tone. and if he had a cup of tea, he would have sipped it delicately.