Phoenix Maplewood A Newcome Season

Why thank you, kind sir, for your fantastic try at giving me dinner, he purred a response, giving Louis a playful lick on the side of his muzzle. And a cheeky smile. Quite romantic of you, Louis, the great white wolf whispered in the coywolf's ear, chuckling. He looked back at the weasel, still wriggling between his toes.

Shard tilted his head, looking at the long furry snake under him. A decision needed to be made about it, for sure. Do I let it go, or shall we actually eat it?