Firestone Hot Springs a strange respite from the cold

Jaws turned his gaze on the approaching female - a particularly small wolf colored in the hues of the earth. She looked young, and a bit roughed up but in healing. When she greeted him, he let out a soft laugh. "Sir... ha!" he swished his tail, as if to sweep away the formality, for Jaws was certainly not decorous. "You wolves around here, always so proper.". Indeed, she was the second wolf so far to address him as sir. He was hardly used to be addressed at all. In true Jaws' fashion, he answered her inquiry with jest. "You can call me whatever you want. Just don't call me late for dinner. Or Fluffy."