Weaving among the trees, Valentine searched for signs of life. What kind of life mattered little; if it was prey he'd eat it, if it was a wolf he'd flirt with it and if by some chance it was a predator he might just tease it for the hell of it.
He paused to scratch his shoulder against the trunk of a tree. His eyes closed in bliss as he chased the itch further down his side. Along his flank the skin twitched and mapped out the escape route the itch took. The brute chased it relentlessly, shedding large amounts of loose fur in the process. Finally the sensation left him and, thoroughly sated, he straightened to shake out his coat.
A rustling nearby prevented him from continuing his journey. Turning to face it, he queried, "Friend, foe or food?"
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NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.
