Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

"Your explanation is trash," he told her, raspy voice languid with such succinct animus that it was impossible to tell if he was being serious or not. It wasn't that he couldn't handle her jokes, he simply needed to learn how to properly react to them given his social retardation.

Her tongue touched his cheek briefly, and he felt a little trill at the base of his spine as he watched the little red girl with interested eyes. "You wouldn't," he said confidently, flopping down onto his stomach and rolling sluggishly onto his side. The older male pawed a heavy foot at the teeny wolf he was coming to adore, pushing playfully at her face, keeping her at bay. "And like I said, I won't ever be nice to you again and you couldn't possibly make me."