you gotta have friends

It seemed like the bigger alpha put forth such little effort in saving him, easily he'd gaul the smaller chocolate wolf from the pit. Frith didn't notice the blood on his lips, or the slight hiccup in his breath. He did not however, miss the gratitude he felt. "Glacier, thank you so.." Before he could go into a long gratuitous speach Glacier interrupted him, telling him just how dangerous he was. Finding himself putting on a sly smile he'd release the thanks and answer as best he could. "I'm a talented wolf, what can I say?" He'd chuckle softly as he shook himself, despite wriggling free of his premature grave he hadn't loosed any of the mud that clung to his pelt. He'd look down at the extra 50 pounds of weight that clung tightly to him. "I'm about sick of this muck."