Redsand Canyon there's a sausage on my rug

suddenly drakon was speaking to not one but two men, both of whom were far larger than himself. his fur fluffed out a little of its own accord, but he nodded as they each spoke. he was fine with that. plus, the other guy - phox - he was pretty hot. drakon tried not to feel self conscious as he followed germanicus, falling into step with phox if he allowed it.

so uh... you been here a long time? fuck. drakon sucked at small talk.