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

reckless in his charge, riley swung for west again - this time seizing his skin between his jaws. he made to wrench his head savagely and somewhere, distantly, he heard laurel's admonishment not to play too rough. relaxing his grip, riley watched in what seemed like slow motion as west swung and nipped at his hind legs.

scooting forward instinctively with his tail tucked, riley issued a loud growl and spun around, standing defiantly before west. this time he did not approach; he had learned something here, and waited almost deviously for west, ready to show him exactly what he had learned.