cry a little

Oxide caught his breath as his company took her time in finding a place to settle. His tongue hung from his mouth as he panted heavily to cool down. As she found her preferred place Ox finally caught his breath and started to tuck into his own dinner as she offered a similar compliment. He was not a natural hunter, but he enjoyed to fight more than most. He was an explorer with paws that never sat still.

”It’s not my best quality, but I do enjoy eating.” he joked back as he peeled the skin from the piglet’s belly and started in on the bacon. Arguably it was one of the best parts of an animal considered swine. Muses seemed content and much too comfortable in his presence. As her gaze narrowed and she relaxed Oxide allowed himself to look her over. There was no wolf for him to compare her to in his own life, maybe his father had been of lighter fur? But as far as he had seen his mother was dark pelted along with his uncle and his sister. She was just Muses, his hunting partner.