Stone Circle he made a little whiskey for himself, said it helped pass the time

please forgive riley for being such a butthead <3

his head connected with the boy, at the cost of his braincells. as west oof'd in response, riley shook off the sluggish rattling of his head, paying the dull sensation of pain in his neck and skull no mind.

like the world's furriest triceratops, riley began to backpedal, his head still lowered.. he saw west had flopped to the ground in the universal gesture of "play-time's over", but riley gave his adversary no quarter; he was a dick, and a wolf prone to poke at the vulnerable to boot. many times he had assailed his sleeping siblings, deriving satisfaction from their torment -- and west unfortunately, was now about to be indoctrinated to riley's twisted sense of humor.

so, he charged -- bellowing, head down, and ready to strike west right in his vulnerable flank.