Kintla Flatlands pussyfoot

The pup had gotten bored from him. He could tell by the toneless quality of her voice, the way she lied to him. She was easy to read, though the girl tried to hide it. But he was too well versed in reading others to not notice her lack of interest. What had made her lose it? Was it what he said he was doing? How droll.

But Junior was right. He was very close to her pack's borders anyway. The last time he lingered by the Plateau he was scarred. Speaking of that encounter... "Before I go...tell me, do you know of another male that looks like me? I met him before a while back..." He hadn't even gotten his name. Had he known it, he probably would ensue in an evil twin escapade for a while. That would have been fun.