Bramblepoint And who's the boss?

Thatch hadn't yet fallen asleep, when he heard footsteps nearby. Another wolf, and very close. A wicked grin appeared over his face. Oh goody, today isn't going to be extremely boring. He thought cheerfully, forgetting that before he had classified this as a 'good day'. Now it was better anyway. He rolled over before springing to his paws to face the other, who was a black and white male with two different colored eyes. Interesting. He thought before bowing his head theatrically to introduce himself. Hello, I'mmmm Thatcher! But please, it's Thatch. He winked playfully, feeling no threat from this male.

He never really felt fear. Well he did, but he always managed to mask it with his crazy sense of humor and eccentricity. That was his specialty. The other wolf was bigger than him, and looked pretty strong. But not to fear. If he did try anything, Thatch was always ready.