Totoka River Spending quality time with the floor

That game did not last long at all.

"Relax lass, I ain't gonna eat ye," he said as the female leapt up and spun around to bristle and growl at him. For a half second he contemplated having a go at her — he did enjoy a good scrap from time to time — but quickly decided that was a poor idea. She was a defensive stranger unbound by the code of the crew. If he wanted to scrap he'd need only set his teeth into Smoke's ass (what is a bite on the buttocks among friends after all). Then he could roughhouse properly with a wolf he trusted.

"Too much work," he added with a cackle, plunking himself down into a sit and letting his burnt umber eyes slide across her uninviting form. He raised a brow and grinned crookedly.

"Unless ye want me to eat ye..."