Lost Creek Hollow cabela's camouflage cup

Hunting camo of course! It's like wearing nature. I love nature! *said in dorkiest voice ever!* XD

He did not miss her flinch; her tension, and his ears flattened. Had he not been so numb his reaction may have been different, but for now his rage was dormant. Perhaps that was worse; it was his nonchalant way about so many things that likely led to his catastrophic, emotional breakdown in the first place. The attack had merely been the spark to set fire to the fuel that had been building up within.

"I'm fine," he murmured quietly, and he did not draw back from her. His muzzle moved from her cheek to her neck, and here his teeth combed gingerly at her furs and he breathed softly of her scent.