Kintla Flatlands tiptoe through the window

For a moment he thought about arguing, after all she was the one that brought it up. Instead he shrugged it off. Yeah, I think he can keep your dingle-berries. okay. Not that he would have objected had the circumstances been different, but one generally did not push buttons with the alpha of a neighbouring pack. Even one as downright insane as Fox was starting to look. Still, it would seem he wouldn't have to venture far for entertainment if the need arose.

The hybrid looked around for a moment, before the opportunity for her to make some other bizarre attack on his senses he felt it was time to move on, and return to the task of cleaning the stink out of his coat. Well miss, Fox Redleaf-DiSarinno, I should probably move on to my home. With that he'd begin to take a few steps in whichever direction the forest home was, before turning back briefly to add. Like said, I won't be far. So if your dingle-berry baby father doesn't work out, give me a shout. Just, you know. No actual poop, okay? And suddenly a suave line went to shit. see what i did there
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