Bearclaw Valley I hold your beating chambers until they beat no more

Artok grimaced as the first howl rang out. Great, Kove was calling the pack. Did he really want to go see that ugly mug? Not really, but he couldn't disappoint Miss. Scarlett in such away. So with one last cursory sniff at the front of the pack lands, he turned and trotted back towards the sound. His trot was a bit ungainly, and his shoulder shifted in odd ways, but he was doing fairly well. He was able to handle walking and hunting now.

When he got there, he gave Kove one dark look, but he nudged Miss. Scarlett, giving her a sloppy son kiss to the face. Settling to his haunches a little bit aways, he watched the heart with a dark humor. Wonder what they were going to do with that, it could possibly be fun. Even if Kove thought of it, he supposed he could give the man a little bit of credit. Though it was probably, Miss. Scarlett that thought of it. That dark ass was probably just taking credit for it. Yea he nodded his head up and down, that was it. It had to be, there was no way that male was that smart. He smirked and waited.