Lost Creek Hollow Poison and Whine

What she didn't know is that his refined scent actually kept his food from running off. Wolves smelled like wolves. Wolves who didn't wash their coat often smelled like whatever was in their coat. And wolf. But mostly the other thing. 

"It's a good look for you. Like a hedgehog."

Truthfully, she was pretty--even he, a wolf who rarely craved feminine company, could see that. 

"The pose could use some work, though."