cola with the burnt-out taste

*Baldur* · 02-09-2014, 02:32 PM

An expletive erupted from the three-legged male as he scrambled to his feet. Baldur skidded back, hackles and fur raising at the sudden movement and the seeming panic of the other male. Something was definitely off with this one? and Baldur had no idea if he's spring to attack or not. Her certainly seemed startled and anxious about Baldur's presence but the ice-eyed brute couldn't remember meeting this wolf at all. "Hey, take it easy? "

His thoughts were interrupted by the approach of his sisters Freyja and N?tt. Freyja strolled forward, her form oozing her confident sexuallity. Baldur held no sexual attraction to her but he pitied any male that fell smitten with the vixen. "Like wise, Freyja. What brings you here?" He turned to his ebony sister. "N?tt?" His relationship with her had always been tempestuous. They were as opposite as well, night and day.

Attention focused back on the strange male and the smell of the carcass hit him. Nose wrinkled. "That is disgusting. What on earth are you doing with a rotting deer carcass?. don't tell me you intend to eat that." Baldur remained slightly tense, limbs coiled. He knew that this brute was not right in the head and probably dangerous but he'd give him the benefit of the doubt. The possibility that he'd have to put the brute down also passed his mind. He just hoped the other wasn't rabid.

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