Bramblepoint And who's the boss?

Well at least he had managed to make Cicero smile. That was good enough, kinda. Oh well, not all wolves liked his kind of humour. Thatch was a fan of black humour as well, but had thought to play it safe since he'd only just met this guy. Blackfeather woods, he'd remember that one. He needed to start pack shopping, he was done with being alone. I guess I'm not the sophisticated type. He shrugged with a smile, ignoring the fact that Cicero had lowkey insulted his joke.

Feeling a bit playful all of a sudden, Thatch leaped into a play bow, tail wagging behind him. Feel like a spar maybe? Game of chase? He asked, golden eyes glued to the other male.