Looking up from the pups at his paws, he cocks his head at you, looking curious. With a glance at what seems to be a wolf behind you, he smiles and stands. Circling you for no more than a pace, he licks gently at the underside of your maw. The personal action would be awkward, if he didn't seem so at ease as he returned to entertaining the puppies without missing a beat.
"What'cha doin'?"
JOINED JUNKBITE PACK 2024-08-22 15:59:50
"Water down what I called being grateful.." -We'll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross