Emberflame Ridge At night he becomes a bartender

Haizel whimpered as he struggled to free himself from his confinement within the consequence of his actions. He found his form on the receiving end of the young wolfess, still angry. She did not like to play as much as he did. Loneliness crept into his heart for a moment, before he realized what she was doing. Her head had lowered as she ran forth... to him. Was she trying to hurt him?

No, impossible. Haizel had never before been at the receiving end of harm. But he supposed he could take whatever it was she threw at him. After all... he had made her upset, and it was the least he could do to let her. 

So he did, bracing himself for impact.