Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

His brow furrowed at the comment. He wouldn’t ask her to. But she was right, he had no plans of using his muzzle. 

If she knew of somewhere, he’d follow. A drink sounded good, anyhow. 

”Sure,” he agreed. Though, he hadn’t really given it any thought. Sounded like it was getting washed whether he agreed or disagreed. 

This whole interaction, he’d been trying to pin down her age. She was large, which threw the whole thing off. She seemed way too naive to be anything but a pup. 

Which made him wonder why she was alone. He didn’t smell others in her wake. And she’s all but admitted to being alone earlier. 

”So no pack, hmm? They kick ya out for ruining hunts or somethin’?”

He’d follow her lead to the water.