Hoshor Plains And besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart

Dreven was not one to hide his vulgar nature. Did he mean anything by what he said, half the time no. It just sort of slipped out. He had been used for one purpose a lot. So it was only normal his mind wasn't entirely right.

He chuckled at her scoff and grumble and shook his head. He slid to the dirt himself, but he hit it with a loud unf and a puff of dirt. And he stretched. The shit on his neck itchy as hell.

But he dipped his muzzle. I'll take a leg.