Bearclaw Valley I'm exactly what you think I am

Artok was calling her his mom, in his own way. He would never call her mom, he didn't think. Though he was constantly surprising himself. For now though, he was content with how he spoke and what he said. He tilted his head as she licked his muzzle, making a soft sound in his throat of contentment.


Artok chuckled, and dipped his muzzle. Thank you Miss. Scarlett. I'll remember that. Does that include other's I just don't like? He jested, he knew she would say no. Though he wouldn't mind taking a bite out of Kove's hide, or even Tuwawi's and that Tyrr. Yes he could handle taking some of their fur, and wearing it around.