Ravenshook Cliffs look like meat's back on the menu, boys

velen gasped in fake shock, lifting a paw in a fair imitation of a housewife's swoon. "guess i meant nothing to you, but okay," he muttered, teeth flashing in a smirk the next moment. the brush of saucy's shoulder brought an answering nudge of his muzzle to her own; velen nodded. "i'm glad she felt safe with me." he wasn't a she-wolf, however; surely there was an intimacy between women that the man would never understand.
he set their pace at an easy gait downward toward the beach. "so tell me about the coolest thing you saw," velen invited. "i personally saw three squirrels in a gangbang." arching a brow, he glanced to saucy; there was no possible way she could top that — could she?