Phoenix Maplewood A Newcome Season

Louis' fur fluffed up a little at the kiss. He never really got tired of teasing - or being teased.

But there were, of course, other things to mind besides flirting.

With every second passed Louis got a little more attached to the creature. A failure as a hunter, perhaps, but he'd rarely regretted empathy. They could hunt something more filling together, later - even prey once beyond him as a singular halfbreed. Shard was a great beast of a wolf who surely made even bison quiver to gaze upon him.

"Let it live it another season to find mates and chase mice. It's barely a morsel to us, anyway."