Heron Lake Plateau and a bad little mama with her ass in my face

his eyes uncrossed and he gave his attention fully back to niamh when she spoke. badass. well shit girl, aww. his lips turned to a smirk, his tail wagging, all previous agitation quickly faded. "you think so?" he asked, ears pricking. he fought the urge to say 'i bet mom will think it's cool too' and then shrugged. "guess i can't do anything about it now-- you wanna bring this fuckass to the cache?" he asked. you ate them, right? you ate everything if you're a wolf, tbh, so probably.

"nice takedown, by the way," he added with a charming little tilt of his head. how precious.