Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

let me make friends, MOM!

damn, mama bear... take a xanax and go to sleep or something. we don't need this game of thrones villain monologue going on in your head; that's some whack ass shit. plus, who the fuck wanted to contribute to this weird political game that was going on? certainly not aengus; the little bull had just found himself a prime play friend. fuck all the rest! if he could make friends with this complete stranger, things would surely be looking up.

of course, he was deaf to the noises that the other pup made. that didn't stop him from wiggling forward and opening his mouth to create a gaping hole in his face. this was an invitation, ashlar, and it was one that was not to be squandered. time to come hither and stick your head inside that gaping hole. sure, it'd be a little moist inside, but that was all part of the fun. the more shocking thing was how long aengus was capable of holding this alien facial expression.