Blackfoot Forest America oil lamb

The fur along his shoulders began to prickle as the red female spoke, his tail lashing once or twice behind him. "I am Aaron," he says lowly, eyeing both wolves. "This is my home and my pack. Kierkegaard is not welcome here," he begins, forcing his fur back down. "I have no quarrel with either of you, you have both been kind and respectful, but if you have no business with me I will have to politely ask your leave."