Neverwinter Forest a game of turtle

That's 'cause it's a playlist I built. I heart that video. :3

Peregrine winced at the nickname, instinctively disliking it. "It's just Perry, brah," he said, then blinked when Luke abruptly flung the turtle in his direction. The Gamekeeper reacted quickly, rearing onto his own powerful hind legs to reach up and catch the turtle in midair. Without thinking about it, he crushed it with his jaws, then unceremoniously spat out the resultant pulp onto the forest floor. "Sorry, instincts took over. It's all yours, man," he said, backing off the puddle of turtle soup.

As Luke presumably came closer, the swarthy wolf scrutinized him. He was undeniably attractive, with narrow features and a trim physique. He had silver eyes that reminded Peregrine of his mate. His coat was the polished white of a pearl and that blue nose -- it really drew the eye. There was something appealing about him that had nothing to do with his outward appearance too. It was his confidence and shameless affability. Peregrine possessed quite a lot of the former himself, though he and Luke couldn't be much more different in the latter department.

"Tell me, why were you a 'miserable little shit' before?" Peregrine asked, picking up their last conversation as if there hadn't been several days' pause in between.