Phantom Hollow It's not so bad to be mad.

"For you! All of it for you!  A gift! A gift from me, to you-"

Another hack sent a splatter of more red across the grass between them. His throat seriously hurt, but even through the pain he smiled up appeasingly at the giant darkie. If he could just win this giant bear-sized dog's affection, maybe he could strike a deal or somehting. Maybe, justmaybe, he could have a home. But would this man be willing to accept a lunatic?

"Look here, boss, I got a brother, annoying thing, he is. Irritates the hell outta me. And he won't shut up, not about anything. So goody goody, so 'Please don't do that, that's bad' kinda guy. I want him gone, but he keeps followin' me. If you see him, can you eat him?"

It was an honest question, emeralds peering up at the behemoth. He was sure his brother tasted nice; had to. It was obvious the wold had no savage bone in his body, so he wouldn't taste like normal wolves, or even a predator. He would taste like a prey, right?