Hushed Willows Bugs Outside, Wolves Inside

Trick snorted again, which was kind of becoming his thing the last few days. Of course, how could I have even doubted it. He replied, rolling his eyes with a wide grin. Perhaps he didn't have to make this whole pack suffer. He would spare Teabag and Grace, and maybe even the small pup. But Kunkun would be the first to die, that was for fucking sure. Trick actually laughed out loud at the modern talk of the other male. It was so weird, for he had only ever spoken formerly. Indeed, brah. He tried, pronouncing it in a really British sounding accent.

Teaba- Teagan isn't such a bad name either. He returned. Buuut, if you must, you can call me Wylie. He revealed with a side-eye and a smirk. Had the other's touches been weird? Yes. Did that make it unpleasant? Not at all. Trick found himself even scooting closer. He was cold, that was all. Sleeping alone on the cold rocks in a dark cave with wolves he truly didn't give a shit about did that to a man. 

The other's words made Trick both flustered and confused. Was Teabag here really hitting on him -yeah, of course he was, Trick was handsome fella-? Your look pleases me as well. He responded. What? Was he really going to lie to him? Nah, this was just mindless fun. something that will make me forget about the world outside would be great.