Haunted Wood You Never Know

“Haha, no amigo, I let you win.” He chuckles lazily with a careless shrug. “Maybe I was or was not thinking with my other head.”

Finally standing up from his lying position. “Fuck, Memory.” He almost gasps when he talks about how he’s missing half his face. “You think so?” He grins then, giving the male a wink.

Gazing back to the nub on his bum, he shrugs with an easy smile. “Two legs cut it off when I was a pup. Same with my ears. Supposed to help me not get them torn off in battle they said.”