Whitefish River Make like a baby and have little to no control over any aspect of your life or body

Thanks, he wanted to say, but his tongue felt too thick in his mouth. It wasn't like he'd named himself that. If he had nameed himself, what would it be? Probably something cool like … Bonesnapper or Rabbitstalker or Mousekiller. Something that embodied the spirit of the hunter within him, while impressing everyone around him. That sounded like a worthy name.

Who was he kidding, he'd never done anything worthy of those titles.

ThanksmymompickeditIthink, he squeaked at last between shallow breaths, eyes pinned somewhat fearfully to her lovely chest. Good thing she wasn't a human or that would be pretty creepy. Vercingetorix would be proud of him … or maybe embarrassed by him, who could really say. Thanks my mom picked it wasn't really a stellar pick up line, now was it? 'Course Dragomir didn't know the first thing about anything regarding picking women up, he hardly understood the brief sparks of adolescent attraction he was beginning to develop to pretty wolves like Speedy and Ms. Dawn here.

I-is fattening up a s-s-smart thing to do? he asked, cursing the way his teeth chattered nervously. Calm down, kid. It wasn't Sanguinus or his accomplice. That feeling of dread remained, however, squeezing at his heart and making him abruptly ask, didyouseethat? when a branch moved in the wind.

She didn't see the shadows the way he did, but kept him talking long enough that eventually he did begin to calm down.

Oct 11: Editing on a conclusion.