Firestone Hot Springs Tryna drag me down and it hurts so bad

Someone called. Not his name, but it was quite obvious they addressed him.

Jutting his skull up, Sanguinex turned to face the body belonging to the voice. A median, brown wolf, with odd markings below the eyes and along the muzzle. Odd. But a part of him liked it.

I have a name, you know. He drawled, taking a short step closer to get a better look.