Whitefish River Anything you feel, put it all on me

He only really came because of his burgeoning boner for crush on Speedy, and the howl meant she'd be around. That being said, even the presence of a pretty woman was superseded by his son, and so Vercingetorix gave her a nod and a smile before heading toward Dragomir, tail swishing behind him.

Hei, goufa, Verx greeted, settling down beside the dark boy. He turned his bi-colored eyes toward Drago, brows arced in gentle question. Not a bad day, right? How are you feeling?

I mean, how else would he be feeling, you fucking shitlord? But it was the only way he really knew how to start a conversation with his son right now, if there would be any conversation at all. Perhaps, though, they'd just sit in silence. . .and he was okay with that, really. He could shut up if need be.

Shut up and stare at Speedy. Ah. . .Speedy.