The Fuck Is This? The Fuck Is That?

Citadels grin widened when he was recognised, and realised he had snuck off to hunt in a group that included two of these wolves before. He listened carefully to the plan, screwing his nose up a little at the instructions not to bite. But biting was [i]easy/i] and he kind of wanted to sink his teeth into it… okay, okay. Crystals and claws. Got it.

The wolder wolves were paired off each with one of the younger, and he got the purple man. Then they were off, and he started a second later than Malico, but put in speed not to be left behind. When they were close enough, he slashed out with a bear paw, trying to cut against the back leg. He almost fell over, still being oddly proportioned and clumsy.


"Speech"