Fairspell Meadow smells like teen spirit

The minor inconvenience was just that, but it was enough for Voodoo's patience to break. He wanted to be somewhere warm and dry, and he wanted to be there now. Not to mention his stomach was not quite empty, but it was uncomfortably tight, a precursor to a rumbling stomach. Already he was thin and worn from travel and poor grooming habits, he didn't need to become emaciated and ugly.

As Voodoo extricated himself from his paws' icy doom, a wolf approached. In his sour mood, Voodoo was more interested in ignoring the guy and going on his (not so) merry way, but then the asshole had to go and open his mouth. Immediately, Voodoo rounded on the male. I'm not desperate for anything, he snarled. And I'll sooner rip off your cock than let it anywhere near me.