Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

Did she just? She totally just bit him in the butt.

He startled, jumping a bit where he stood as his head lifted and immediately swung around to face her. "Snapping turtle," he barked, cutting his drink short to spin around and snap at what ever of her was closet to him. He kept it playful, his teeth soft as they bit through the air and landed wherever they would.

He realized then it'd been a while since they'd truly romped with one another. He turned his head flatter as he neared her, head butting her in the side as he nudged her and tried to coax her into the semblance of play. He still wasn't entirely sure she knew what that was, but practice made perfect. With all the miles still ahead of them? They had plenty of time for it.