Lost Creek Hollow my k key is sticky

The bone was occupying most of the male's attention; he wasn't starving or anything, but he was hungry enough that chewing on something had thoroughly engaged him, even if there wasn't anything on the bone he could actually eat. His head was twisted to the side to get the best angle when he heard someone call out to him — and instantly, his posture stiffened, hind legs straightening to pull his haunches off the ground even as he remained crouched over his prize, trying to scrape away the not-so-tastey morsel he'd been working on for the past several minutes.

His eyes lifted along with his hackles, and he gave a growl of warning as he spotted the bone-stealing son-of-a-bitch who'd been trying to sneak up on him. "Grrrerk?" he choked, failing to correctly pronounce his friend's name with his jaws still clamped possessively over the bone. He blinked once and straightened as well, lapping up a dribble of saliva that beaded from his jaws. "Terance!" he called with a bark of laughter. "Goddamn. It's been a while, huh?"

And because it had been quite some time, his steps were carefully measured as he strode toward his old friend, his mien as amicable as ever, but a certain wariness to his stance. "How the hell are you?" he asked as he drew nearer, still trying to gauge his reception.