Tuktu Weir I’m No Hero

riley watched all of this with the most incredulous, slack-jawed expression known to wolf. here was dinner, served on an icy platter -- and this wolf came along and ruined it.

his stomach roared in rebuke, and he fixed the male with a narrowed gaze as he came closer. there was something not quite right about this wolf. riley summed him up in a matter of seconds, and decided that this was strangest wolf he had ever seen - and not for his heroic action on the ice.

it was the shape of his ears, the angle of his muzzle. it was all wrong. riley stood at attention as the brute came closer, his legs stiff and head high. "why didn't you kill it?" he queried, not bothering to hide the haughty contempt in his voice.