Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

Under the scars, hard muscle and icy stare, apparently a big teddy bear reigned in the man’s heart. She appreciated the humor he provided her—the company. Shyly, the she-wolf tilted her muzzle up, brushing her nose to his cheek in a quick show of appreciation before she bent down, preparing her carrier.

“Selfishly, I would keep you around for the company. But you really should get some rest, Reyson. Those are gnarly wounds… far worse than when you were bitch-slapped by a porcupine.”

Of course she had to put that dig in there.