Bearclaw Valley I'd never want once from the cherry tree

The Rex had fire in him despite his age. It was almost like Cole was a proud father to see the personality dribble from his flesh. The same repulsion of coyotes had him gripping the earth beneath them, as if hoping one would spring from the midst.
But it didn't. And he was still there, face to face with the Rex.
On your lead, Rex. Cole dipped his head, waiting for him to take charge. Instead of audibly responding to his comment of a gift he restrained the urge to roll his eyes.
Dolce and Rala cubs. Whatever.
These emotions would soon wash away so long as he could sink his teeth into somethin'.