Otter Creek I can be as contrary as I choose

Wolves. The smell of them made him gage. Such pitiful little creatures, really. And they were assholes when a bunch of them got together. But today, he did not chase them away, instead staying above them in his hidden perch. The feline was far too lazy to be moving around and chasing vermin. He thought about it though, visualized in bright, brilliant colors as he lay there, watching as the two wolves met and parted. Good riddance.

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