Board Thread:Animal Roleplay/@comment-27714417-20161203020627/@comment-31605619-20161208001026

Bastett snorted in annoyance, watching as the two you ger wolves retreated, disappearing through the foilage. He didn't feel he had much to worry about, so he laid down under the shelter on a pine tree that was heavy with snow. He yawned widely, his breath forming small clouds of mist in the cold.

Quince wagged his tail as wel, happy that she seemed to like him so far. He leaned forward, tearing off a bit for himself. "So, are you, uh, a loner? I am. I don't need a pack to hunt for me." He said, a hint of boasting in his tone, as he chewed.