Sunspire Mountains drinks 'em like flesh smoothies

Iqniq laughed. "You wouldn't know a pun if it punched you in the face." Unless there was a curse word thrown into the mix somewhere, he seriously doubted whether or not she actually found things funny. Okay lie. Her sense of humor was simply an acquired taste, but they'd handled each other well from the get go. Their verbal spar had turned into something physical and after that, another joke. Their banter was the foundation of their strange friendship.

He released her ear to speak. She gave him a good shoulder shove and he pressed back into it, leaning his body into hers as he contemplated the wolf beside him. She stopped. He stopped. He turned to face that stare of hers as he tried to find a reason the whole aokkatti thing wouldn't work for them. They got each other. They'd made it this far. Truth be told, he trusted her too. He already counted on her to have his back. The only thing that would make any sort of difference to what they already had was a blood pact to seal the lifelong commitment.

She jested. He snorted. "Well yeah. You don't let anyone forget that." Except now he actually was kind of, sort of, really serious. "Tell me, Babs. You got my back?"