Porcupine Ridge Welcome to the Weiner Hut

Last post for me! :)

The black wolf held his tongue, but his lips were pursed and his cheeks puffed a bit as he restrained a laugh as his subordinate took to pulling out quills in order to clear a small area from which he could pluck flesh. Anwyl was fortunate to not get an errant quill in his nose, lip, or tongue. He ate his fill, and then brought the remains to Taggarik to share.

He looked at the boy for a moment, a half-smirk on his lips and his gray eyes glittering with humor. Then without taking his eyes away from Anwyl, he rolled the porcupine over with a heavy paw, exposing the quill-less belly. Taggarik dipped his snout and took a few modest bites of the tender stomach, more for show than a willingness to partake, humming as he savored the sweet meat nonetheless.

"It sure is," he agreed as his tongue ran across his mouth, wondering if his last, unspoken lesson on handling porcupines was clear enough. "Thanks for the bite, but you should save the rest for later. As I said, you earned it." He winked, and with a wave of his tail excused himself.