Porcupine Ridge Crafted, holy, rolling thunder

He shook his head amused. And studied her as seh rolled around like a crazy thing. Well she probably was a crazy thing to be honest. This wolf that had somehow adopted him? Or had he adopted her. Who knew.

He froze at her display and stared down at her unsure what to do about it. This was a little more affectionate than he usually allowed. Only because it usually or had always led to other things when he had been a younger man and they had all taken what tehy wanted and he had not fought about it.

He spoke with a wry smile. What have i told you about starting things you can't finish Envy. He shook head, and backed up, but he did give a hard paw pat to her shoulder. Trying not to press to hard, she was tiny after all.

Moss is preferable to pine needles. I don't like the sap.