Swiftcurrent Creek playing with a stick of dynamite

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A twitch of scabbed muzzle and a laugh to join Akavir's. About time the other male let go a little. He'd be wound tight since the attack of the wolves that talked funny.

Man. I wouldn't be surprised. She sang instead of talked. I don't even know her name. Just her scent. He shook his head. He actually would wager she probably was a siren, after all he had christened her Sea queen. Maybe it should have been sea witch, though stuck more with her family than her. She had been nothing, but sweet. Then again she had wanted something from him.

What the actual fuck. I didn't even know they did that anymore. I'll help. Let me pop some of the heads off like daisies. he snorted. 

Who does that? Was your daughter upset about it?