A mob marches to their feet

Useless wolves.

Everywhere he went the male always encountered them. If it wasn't some hussy mouthing off that deserved the beating she got, it was someone thinking it was okay to run a puppy mill and call it a pack. The eye roll was just on the tip of his oculars until he spotted another wolf in the distance. Interesting, it was only a mere thought that sent him casually gliding over to the other wolf, his ears gradually flicking upward away from his head and toward the stranger.

What was this that Imonde saw today? This was his first encounter with the same sex, he secretly wondered how easy it would be to get along with, or if this would break out into a full-blown brawl. "Our g-r-eet-ings."


"Speech"
'thoughts'