Silver Moraine Race you to the bottom!

What did she know about stamina? He was the one doing all the work. All the running, all the digging, and all the loving. "Just eat the fucking possum, JB," he snapped, tail standing straight out from his body. "What are you waiting for? Kibbles'n'bits?"

He glared at the shewolf, inwardly cursing himself for picking a fight. But she was going to ream him later on for eating when she hadn't, and honestly, he'd rather get the fighting out of the way while he still had some stamina left. At least he could say he'd put up a fight, and if she was still salty about it later on, well, maybe he was getting tired of her, anyway.

But probably not.