The Heartwood Did you hear the one about the dead wolf?

"I don't know that I've ever heard a weirder pick-up line," Fin said out loud to the stranger, eyeing the white wolf in his predicament from her perch on a slightly elevated patch of ground not far from where he struggled to free himself. She had been wandering nearby, continuing her search for her missing friend, when she'd heard the sounds of his hunt. Curiosity had taken her towards it, and then intrigue had hastened her paws at the sound of his voice.

The young Blackthorn had sat down where she was and began observing right around the second weenis. He clearly wasn't too panicked about the new home he'd found for his upper half, so she was content to let him writhe around there for a little while. After all, he did have a cute butt, for a kid.

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