Bramblepoint And who's the boss?

Thatcher chuckled a little at Cicero's comment. The special mushrooms? No, he was just in a really good mood. No, no mushrooms for me. I'm just happy. Sorry if happiness scares you. He taunted, though in a friendly manner. Cicero seemed pretty confused by his joke, and this was extremely disheartening to Thatch. He liked making others laugh, and seeing Cicero there all over processing his joke just broke his heart. Damn where's this guy been all his life, under a rock?

No eyedeer! It's funny. You laugh. He shrugged with a sigh, mumbling to himself, Sheesh. He looked back to Cicero, starting to get a bit bored with this wolf already. A wolf who didn't like humor, simply wasn't his kind of wolf. But nothing was more boring than being alone. Thatch hated being alone, and he'd had enough of it. So where are you from? This place with no humor. He asked, hoping to learn more about the black and white male.