Northstar Vale Sinners to be saints

While young, Rhys enjoyed... other kinds of games than a pup would. Finally an age to produce offspring, hormones raced through his body almost every day and it was hard to focus on something as childish as "keep away" if all he could think of was taking every single girl or boy that would dare threaten his new "home". He dearly hoped he would be allowed to do so - there was no other punishment quite as cruel as one you could actually enjoy.

He smirked to the younger male. Young, impressionable - pretty much everything Rhys had needed to be to be a likable wolf. What kind of wressstling? He purred, his speech just understandable enough to sound sexy.