Firestone Hot Springs Tired mechanical heart beats till the song disappears.

Quite the exchange...

               ...this back and forth just kept going and going. The Papa Slade fan girl club... Makaro easily overheard the trio's banter and came to call upon it. Well he came to listen after crawling in and laying down a short distance away. None of them were on guard and instead spoke free of charge. Had Slade actually been around Makaro just knew the older wolf would "educate" the lot. After just a few words Leila sped off releaving Makaro's senses having been in heat and swelling the air with enough distraction. So much so that it was soon learned Cry wasn't a female but a male. 

Embarrasing if miss read aloud...

"Now ya see..." He was kinda annoyed by this now, "...it's talk like this that irrtates the old man."
Makaro stood his head up with ears peaked and eyes narrow. Nevermind the fact that it gave away his position as Makaro knew he could manage the situation well enough with one wolf neck deep in erotic moisture and the other full of... himself. "When one says "ensure" it more then likely means "hey don't bark my life to a stranger." but.... hey. You do you boo and show how you handle trust freely given."

By now Makaro was on all fours staring down on the pair, "Hi.... -I'm another sad story. Glad we all met."
Not really...