The Fuck Is This? The Fuck Is That?

Citadel scowled when the purple wolf noticed his plight and smoothly leaned in to nudge on back on track without stopping. He didn’t need help. He could do it himself! Determined to prove that to be the case, he picked up some extra speed and smashed his antlered head into the back of its leg, trying to trip it up or do some damage.

Then suddenly, the moose was bellowing and falling (Had he done that?) letting out a yip of excitement, he jumped on the back of it. Almost moving to bite into its flesh before he remembered Malico’s warning. Instead, he started tearing pointlessly into the meaty hind of the moose with his claws, as if his life depended on it.


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