With a grin far too wide for his maw, he spots you and immedietly pounces on your back with a snicker. When he finally rolls off and spits out a chunk of your fur, the joke is far past funny. Still, he stays with his belly to the sky, smile shifting to something more lazy as a few other exasperated wolves begrudgingly make space for him. His blinking almost immediently slows, and you're almost offended with how quickly he seems brush off your evident annoyance.
"Who are you supposed to be again, anyway?"
JOINED JUNKBITE PACK 2024-08-25 12:11:17
"And now I'm asking you for a ride home, away from a girl whose name I don't even know..," -Can I Have A Ride Home? I'm at a Party and I Don't Know Any1 by carpetgarden