Firestone Hot Springs These nights never seem to go to plan

From where he stood the tawny female sure didn't seem to be too down in the dumps, but what did he know? They had met under some dramatic circumstances before and he'd been there for her as a friend even when the two didn't know each other. He hadn't even really been able to hang out with her because they kept losing each other over time... even so, obviously the woman held a special place in the Hughes' heart as was proved by the broad smirk that appeared on his face when she reacted in a way that told him it was indeed her-- Alfhildr.
Curly tail began to wag furiously behind him when said his name and he flashed pearly whites at her before she made off toward him at the speed of light. He moved forward enough to meet her and the two collided rather hard; the brute only grunted at the pain it caused him but was quick to simply ignore that over the flood of joy over finding an old friend here of all places.
He reared and wrapped both forearms around Alf's neck before nipping and biting at her neck and cheeks and licking her creamy fur excitedly as a gruff, happy whine managed to escape him.
"Alf, y'big doof! Where y'been, chicka?"

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