Horizon Ridge Somebody call the dweeb police!

A wild grin broke out on the male's face. Hungry or not, he was damnned appreciative of whatever had ended JB's mean streak. They were back to the good old days again, and Revolver was quick to take advantage of that fact.

"Lead the way, sweet nose," he crooned, but he made sure to take the first step toward what was probably hostile territory, just so JB knew he was down. "I'll keep a lookout. Just try not to wag that cute behind too much - might distract me."

He gave her a wink and a nuzzle, starved for this side of her. The side he loved. Her good moods never lasted long enough anymore, but just like their increasingly scant meals, he could survive it.