my heart runs on gasoline vapors

The space was a mess, yes, but Lefty didn't care at all about that. They were used to disarray in some way. It was, in some ways, promising. It lent Lefty a sense of recognition. Normalized the other wolves.

As they were given their permission, they noted the scent of ... food passing over. They'd find the stash and toss it out before it turned.

They left the tree house together. Lefty didn't complain about having to keep a bit of a faster pace. "It's very homey in there, thank you." Lefty adjusted their stance a little. "Who else lives in there?" She had picked up the scents, after all.