Sleepy Fox Hollow The way she goes, Bubs

Schtink. The word made her crinkle her nose, but more in amusement than disgust. There was really no point in debating her odour with him- he wasn't wrong, however had no idea just how fortunate he was that her intestines were strong enough to hold off on releasing the gas that was building up inside her. Sleeping volcano indeed. 

He now seemed capable of showing more than just anger; there was something nuanced about the twist of his lips when he said the word friend that caught her attention. He didn't seem like the kind of wolf to have very many friends but she bit her tongue. "What is de bitch's name?" She asked. It seemed that the disappointment was something they shared- maybe he could dish out the drama, if it was something that he was bursting to talk about.