Blackfeather Woods How deep is your love?

Akela huffed.  "that's rude. I'm no hobo, thank you very much" he growled softly, not really liking the comparison.  He had no pack, but that did not mean he was homeless.  "I much prefer the weed comparison " he honestly , yet dryly replied.  There were just things that made him grumpy. He was clean, he was alone , but he was no hobo.  Yes he has not been a pack wolf, and to be honest, he could care less about trades right now. However, he told himself to let it go, and just another leaf to chew on to calm his nerves. In his half assed state of highness his filters were even more inexistent than sober.

" Nope, a chronicler has knowledge over the pack, I know more about your ass than about this pack, my crazy stories have no ears to be listened too here anyway. All too busy being shady. " he pointed out and stretched.  "Because I'm adaptable, one or the other, I honestly don't give a fuck about trades. " he replied and scratched behind his ear with his behind leg.  "Outrider is what you give one you want to have out of your sight. That hard to resist to me , hunny bunny ?"  he teased. " I have more time alone here, than when I was on the road you know...you guys are quite ....silent. "  he pointed out.  "I'm not sure you would want me to be your ambassador...yes I waste knowledge of it, but one or two of these and I start to talk shit about you. And before you know it, for everyone else, we're mated and using a surrogate." he blinked and laughed dirty.  " Mh mh, sorry, yes, outrider, great job , I'll not get fat like you, wonder what you want to say to others tho, beside to go fuck themselves with the biggest stick , so it pokes their stomach open and they die in the worst of agony. "