Silver Creek glass jar

"cold," grayson agreed when asked how does it look, "winter's not that much longer." and, truthfully, it wasn't. just a few more months and then it would be spring. and by spring, grayson hoped, there would be puppies afoot. assumedly his own -- and harrison's, of course. 

"if you turn into a block of ice i'm thawing you out," the odolf man said with a fluff of his fur, eyeing his brother, "there are far more women than there are men here -- and you frozen solid won't help us a bit." a broad smirk pressed to his features, because the more women than men implied a few things. one, yes, that there were lots of mouths to feed. but two, that there were plenty of women to be fucked.