Firefly Ravine how lonely to be something nothing wants to kill

ingram was ready to defend himself -- as she looked upon him, her breath ragged and eyes rimmed with fury, he kind of felt excited --like he was staring some immutable danger in its face, and defying it. he jutted his jaw out in a gesture of affront, and leveled her with a careful squint as she commanded him to shut up.

rude. he lashed his tail against his hocks and looked from the savaged tree to the splinters in her mouth, wondering what it was that just got her in such a tizzy. hotly he fired off a quick retort: "do you just touch everyone's ass?" he canted his hips towards her, and peered around at the wound still visible on his haunch. "it's a nice ass." he informed her with a flirty smirk, slowly turning his muzzle back around to view her: "you touched my butt and admit it, you liked it. which is why you're attacking that tree now, cause you're mad about it."

dumb dog boy logic, 101.