Ouroboros Spine Give a Dog a Bone

As he had before, the copper colored wolf elicited a laugh from the pale Warden-to-be. It had been a while but she was not one to measure time and so the comment was brushed away with the flick of an ear. She remembered the important things; their good-tempered spar, their ability to work in tandem bringing down the boar, his acceptance of her all-around attitude for it seemed he ran much in the same vein judging by first impressions. For the reptilian creature, first impressions were weighted heavily and he had mad a good one. 

There was sound, commotion. Her attention switched from SFB to the height of the pile where --

"Aw, shit." Move. Move. Her body was too heavy and while her reflexes were fast, she couldn't make herself get up and go that fast. Her back end somehow managed to end up under both of them. "Jesus fuck are you guys whales or wolves?" With a mighty heave, the pale creature pulled herself out of the tangle of limbs and with a playful growl, pushed past both of them to charge up the pile and claim it, however briefly, as hers. 

With wolves that she was comfortable with, Kroc was a seemingly different wolf, trusting and a slight bit easy-going. It just so happened that SFB seemed to bring out that vulgar mouth of hers. Oh well.