Wapun Meadow Don't you dare forget the sun

For a moment, the gears in his head stopped turning, a metaphorical loading icon above his pearly, dented noggin. And then she laughed, just fucking with him. He was not smart enough for things like that! She kept him on his toes and his enjoyment only festered.

Oh yes- I'm a good bait dog. I have a knack for pissin' things off. Can't ya tell? He grins, well aware of his own ugly mug.

What a sob story! Poor boy! 

Nah, he didn't mind bein' used. See, now he just wanted to choose who got to use him.

...And good at most other aspects of it. An' I don't mind takin' an antler, if y' want a bigger meal for your pack. Challenge stirred in the rumble of his voice, he fell into a little half-jog to follow up alongside the sun-slicked woman. Now they were tracking, and he flicked on that little switch in his brain that dropped him into habit and instinct.