"I smell...wolf."

It's been a long time since he'd passed this way and as he sniffs the air, nothing seemed familiar.

Hmmm. How ironic. I smell dog.

Don't get your hackles up, pup. I'm just passing through.

A snarl rose to the edge of his lips and his eyes went golden. "Don't. Threaten. Me."

He's going to spend the night right there. Just to piss the wolf off.

|| The real irony is that the cat's writer just had to take a DOG out in the freezing cold to do her business. -_-

"My paw is bigger than your head. I don't need to overcompensate." Huffs.

Taking a bite out of the little mutt was ooh so very tempting. But he was tired and didn't want blood all over his face at this hour. Yep. Sawyer was still a lazy pussy. "Go to bed, wolf. Before I hurt you."

You should listen to your tiger friend.

So many wolves...

God damn. He'd forgotten how much he hated the cold.

Chuckles. Come play, tigerboy. I have two arms and you're family, right?

There is nothing in this world that a good tequila cannot fix.

The bar is stocked for another busy week, but he's missing some familiar faces. Heart heavy, he wipes down the bar and gets ready for the new crowd.

Sniffs the air

DAMN. Never seen that color hair before, Ivan L. Kristaski MMMROW

Been a while, I know. But I'll be stalking the shadows more often now.