Breaking In, Shaping Up

Aw, he didn’t smash her toes for annoying him like she had expected. This and his capitulation by laying down brought a grin to her lips. Clearly he liked her more than he let on, but of course she’d always known that. Deion wasn’t always the nicest of wolves; if he truly disliked her he would never have put up with her shenanigans when they were children.

“Hm,” she hummed in an uncharacteristically girlish tone, her eyes briefly rolling heavenward as she considered his rude compliment. “I suppose, although this time it’s you who has turned up. It just so happens that you have somehow managed to find the island where all your childhood buddies have gathered to prepare for the raiding season.”