Phoenix Maplewood don't start with [m]e

colt snickered at that, though he shrewdly saw a segue. "yer cold, is it?" he arched a mocking brow and flicked his eyes over the much thinner fur covering the contours of her body.
the bone bounced toward him; he caught it and twirled it on his rough pawpad.
"plenny o'ways to keep warm, gun," he dared, lips quirking in a smile that said i mean exactly what you heard.