Porcupine Ridge Crafted, holy, rolling thunder

Dreven snorted then. Which turned into a sort of cough as he tried not to do so. Little one. The only freedom I have ever had has been my mind. And no one can tell me what I can keep in there. But.

He held up a huge paw. I will do my best to make the thoughts go away as soon as they start.

Dreven sighed and settled to his haunches. His persual of the scrub grass over. it is not that i Don't like it.

he frowned in thought. He didn't want to talk about this, but she had a right to know. I was a slave once if you can believe it. I was also a consort from the time I was a old enough to stand to just a couple eyars ago. Many many wolves have used me for any and all pleasures and whatever you are thinking in that brain of yours that is horrible, double it and then multiply it and you still won't even get close to it. So. To me any touch is immediately one like that, because it is the only type of touch I know.

Dreven knew well the insatiable need to fill something that was beyond reach. He had felt it many times over. Again and again.

A soft dark chuckle. Sure. Or just raise a paw first. Make srue i can see it. Cause you know blind in one eye and all.

He laughed at the one last swim part.