Falls of the Hinterlands well i tripped, i fell down

"Have I proved it yet?!"

Wren barked laughter this time, loud and highly amused. He was such a... goof. It almost reminded her of her pirate king, how the man would act like an utter child despite being alpha of their pack. But the fluffy white man wasn't him. He was more... innocent about it? She wanted to say that. She hoped to think that.

Yes, innocent. He was a big puppy with nothing weighing him down. She saw it in her old alpha's eyes. He had lost a mate, some of his kids... But this guy. It was refreshing. Wren leaned forward to grasp the fluff of his neck, shaking her head fiercely. But no matter how fierce she got, he was just too thick furred to make a dent.

"Mrrrmf!" she utters around his fur, shaking a bit longer before spitting it out. "okay, okay! You win!" Wren snickers "get off me, you lug!"