Thunder Dome The Mammy

Likewise, his large form flung water from his fur as he entered the small space. Shard took a minute to scratch an itch and clean some hidden debris that had gotten lodged in the hair on his legs. Dirt, he did not approve of. It had its place; it made plant matter and other such beautiful things grow. But it did not belong on him. 

His large head and striking blue eyes turned to Cashew. Well... in a sense, I guess. Many wolf packs are family units, a mom, a dad, and their children. The male wolf's scent is my brother's, but I cannot say I've managed to cross his path. I'm not sure he even wants to see me.