Whitefish River Feed me Seymour

The baritone-voiced wolf chuckled lowly at the joke. He was no stranger to jabs at his weight, in fact he welcomed it if it was in good spirits. Otherwise, someone would be missing something right now, like an eye, ear, maybe even a paw if he felt angry enough. But not this red-head, no. She was lucky. "So am I in?" If she was hoping for more recruits then she would happily let him in without any real test or challenge, so he hoped this little meeting will be quick and easy.