Neverwinter Forest lxviii. bring it on back, bring it on back

the way she turned flustered and bashful once it struck her what diesel was after - it just made the wolfess more endearing to her. the mastiff leaned slightly forward, engrossed in the other's reactions.

"no, no hus'nd, no 'aih either." there was a glimmer in her hazel gaze, and a loopsided smile on her muzzle. "i 'live in free lovin'." 

it was becoming obvious that the she-wolf, trapped by matrimony, would not fall easily for diesel's wrinkled charms. fuck. scarface was purely to blame for that. were her face still intact, sweet little beauty mark wouldn't be able to resist her butch appeal.

fuck, again.

but it would be best not to scare her away.

the mastiff leaned backwards. "-hat's your 'illage's name?" it would be a good place to mark on her mental map. if the mother was this pretty, just imagine the children.