I Live For Furs. I Worship Furs!

The young Fatalis pup was not yet a month old, and the polar bear coat, despite being cut down to Ignitas size, was absolutely enormous on him. He contemplated for a moment that the coat had never been about warmth. Perhaps his mother had tossed it over his shoulders to contain him. It had almost worked, if a little too late.


At the strangers next words, he perked to a little. That did sound like punishment, that sounded fun! He flailed about in his coat a little more. Trying to work his way out from under it. Finally, he managed to escape his imprisonment, and despite the possums scolding, he decided to leave it where it fell. No way was he trying to take it with him. “I'd love to! I've never been here before. But I'm sure we can figure it out.” He suggested. “I'm Prince Citadel Fatalis, who are you?” He asked, clearly trying to be polite and navigate the social interaction.