Fairspell Meadow And a black car that matches your blackest soul

"nice to keep one around... recreationally" l M F A O

There were few wolves his age in Paleo, and all of them male. Anselm had the unique fortune of annoying each of them -- all for different reasons that boiled down to one ultimate one: Anselm was arrogant.

She motioned to the red mesas in the distance. Anselm found himself studying the inviting line of her muzzle; the gentle nature of the stop along the bridge of her nose, how her eyes were framed perfectly by contrasting dark --

And then she looked back to him, so he looked swiftly away.

Vhat was the sickness? He shifted slightly back as she affirmed his suspicions, but not enough that any appreciable distance between them grew. Vhat is Akashingo like?