Bearclaw Valley Barefoot, Blue Jeans

Artok strode again from the den. The way Kove and Scarlett looked at each other. He pretended to retch. He honestly, couldn't stand the male. That wasn't good, and he wouldn't tell anyone about it. He wouldn't hurt the one wolf who had yet to let him down, like that. He limped to the center of the den area.

He plopped down, watching as a small tuft of dirt rose and floated away. Spring was here, oh goody. Pretty soon there would be babies everywhere. He wondered if Scarlett and Kove would be having babies sometime soon. He didn't exactly know how that stuff worked, but he did know he wouldn't probably handle it well. He lay his head across his paw, shifting so his leg didn't pull on the mangled muscles and sinew in his shoulder.