“Didn’t know you’d started to take after Briar Rose.”

“A wolf instead of a prince doesn’t exactly pander to the all princesses in training,” he remarks dryly, then allows for the smallest of smiles to overtake his lips.

“I do,” he agrees, his eyes watching her as she went like a hunter his prey, yet there was a softness in the gaze. Slipping his legs over the side of the bed, the sherif reaches for the cigarette pack.

𝑆𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝑊𝐻𝐼𝑇𝐸 𝐹𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝐼𝑛 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑐𝒉 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑊𝑜𝑙𝑓 𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 ❄️ #𝐹𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑅𝑃 🍎 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑇𝒉𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠 | 18+ 🪞 𝑆𝒉𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 w/ ᗷigby 山ㄖᒪᖴᶻ ❄️ 𝐷𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

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The ‘wind’ grunts and huffs.

“I could make a bed out of this stack. What are we after tonight?”

There’s a haven’t sigh and small roll of his eyes, “If any fable thinks they don’t have a talent, they need to fill our shoes for a day and see they’re all collectively talented in complaining. Ungrateful spoiled little shits. . .” He mutters out.

“Admit it Snow, you just like being able to boss me around 24/7 that’s all,” The wolf says, arms folding across his chest as a sly smile following the attempted joke began to spread over his lips.

The wolf’s attention was caught, his brows furrow as his head tilts slightly, “The mundy, what for?”

An amused chuckle escapes his lips as he straightens his head, hand reaching up to give a small momentary scratch to his jawline. “Sounds like you’re getting all the fun.”

His head tilts once more just the tiniest bit, his brows very lightly furrowed that the change that could almost go unnoticed. “You don’t have to do it all by yourself, Snow, especially if it keeps you from being like me. Give me one of the jobs.”

“I’ve got big shoulders for a reason,” he replies to her calling it an unfair and added weight to the stuff in Fabletown that Bigby already handles, on and off the books. “I know you can handle a lot, Snow. Especially when it comes to managing the Fables, but even 𝐼 delegate.”

By muscle memory alone, his hand is sinking into his pocket to fish out the pack of cigarettes, the rest of Bigby was unaware with his focus elsewhere. “You’re already doing what I would do, getting a clue when you’re stumped from the best detective around.”

There’s something the sheriff is happy to wake up to find.

Maybe they should invest in making a day care for the Fable residents.

Might help, he knows a Fable or two that doesn’t find it ideal to mix with the mundies.