Porcupine Ridge Crafted, holy, rolling thunder

He chuckled and shook his head. He didn't mind what she did exactly. It just usually caught him off guard. And she didn't seem to understand. He was a product of his upbringing. He had been a consort after all. To many. But she did not know this and it was a bit harsh he realized to always be the way he was. But it was something that was second nature. Something he was unsure about how to change and not even certain he wanted too.

She was sulking, most wouldn't realize this, but he had been with ehr too long at this point. He chuckled softly and blew out a breath and bent large head down to meet her red eyes.

Tell you what. You seem to always have to be touching. If you can come up with someway to warn me that you are going too. I will allow it and I won't even say anything rude. I might think it. But I won't say it. Deal?

I watched a wolf do that once. They skinned something, put it in the water and then dried it. I'm not sure why it needed to be in the water though?

There was slight colored confusion in his tone.