Whitefish River reignwolf

Her brow quirked sharply in reply to his lewd comment, then young Bones took an opportunity to seize upon the joke and run with it. "Is it?" she wondered aloud, then curled around as if to inspect her own rear end. It looked like a rather typical buttocks from where she was standing, though the youth actually wondered to herself, What does it look like from over there? Bones gave her rump a sniff, then shrugged with a light laugh.

Throwing herself down beside him, Bones mused, "Have you ever heard the tale of Romeo and Juliet? We could be like them." She chortled to herself. "We could fall in love and sneak around to see each other since our packs are enemies... even though they're not really," she added. "Then I... I forget exactly how it goes. You'll think I'm dead and kill yourself and then I actually wake up 'cause I wasn't actually dead and see you dead and kill myself too." She blinked, then grinned sideways at him. "It's a morbid tale, isn't it?"

Without waiting for him to answer, young Bones jumped to her feet again, giving Ira's ear a nip. "I say we write our own story instead!" she declared enthusiastically, then pounced him, her pewter forelegs wrapping about his neck as she chewed on the same pale ear, this time without letting go.