Shadewood “Got two coonhounds and a few shells left. Let’s get ‘er done.”

Oh but drama had come. They had lots of pregnant women, the smells were driving him mad and Phex had gotten herself injured protecting a lynx of all things. He had cleaned her up the best he could and was now going after Morgan. He caught sight of the male, hormones surging and showing themselves in quite the innapropriate wish that it was his body the muscular cowboy was rubbing on. A low growl rumbled from his chest and he changed it into a quick clearing of his throat "Morgan! The cat left?" he asked staring around the treeline everywhere but Morgan. He hadn't had this type of lust in many years and he'd be damned if he caved in and screwed anyone but Phex.