Porcupine Ridge toy cars in the highway

Raising an eyebrow as best a wolf could, one of his ears flicking to the side as the young male asked to wrestle. He assumes it was a joke, and even if it wasn't he was unlikely to jump in on that game. He shook his head slightly, an amused smile spread over his features. I don't wrestle with other guys, champ. He offered playfully. Fang finally opted to sit when the silver beau asked his name. A wince travelled over his face when he finally rested on his haunches. Fang, my names Fang. His words coming out harsher than he intended, the halfbreed was still dealing with the frustration that came from his injury. It was one thing to be encumbered by your own idiocy, it was another thing to have to deal with the pain, and additional weakness, in front of someone, especially someone he didn't know. He did his best to regain his playful composure and returned the young males question. What should I call you? Speech thoughts