Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark Flake

murgash, although smiling, had very seriously considered the situation: already it was perilous, and with each wolf that arrived the odds were pushed further from their favor. he hoped his sunny attitude and handsome visage (okay, that's a hyperbole) would have balmed these salty ladies, but it served only to further sour their expressions.

it's a compliment, doe -- a compliment. murgash felt his tail flag as his compliment sunk with all the heaviness of a stone in water. tough crowd today. the gulls would have appreciated his humor. they would have at least laughed.

he wasn't convinced he and his comrade were safe, so as she spoke he looked at each wolf carefully. they were almost all female, a factor that excited murgash. his mind needed no urging, and already he was considering the possibility of a very lovely menage-a-trois.. until a male crashed the party. he wasn't exactly thrilled with tanja's arrival  (I SEEN THEM FIRST!) but hey, he was a generous lover and could fit him in if he was nice.

if he was nice.

speaking of nice, it was so very nice that the dark wolf had acknowledged how far they had travelled. murgash took over for his friend right there and then and nodded furiously: "roight, see we've traoveld a verry lowng way en wei're toired.. soo... if ye'd be so koind we'll be goin' now." he interjected, placing himself directly in front of rouge to encourage her to R U N N O F T. of course.. if she didn't, he'd do it himself. he didn't really know who the wolf was that the orca-wolf was referring to, and besides, that sounded like extra work and murgash really wasn't about the assisted detail life.

it didn't take a genius to figure out that none of these wolves looked friendly or even like they'd be fun hostesses -- so unless a stripper popped out of a cake soon, murgash was leaving.