The brute glanced to the scene, chuckling when he saw the squirrel ran. His ears perked once he heard Ivory calling, walking over to her. "Gha" a small, drowned sound left his throat once he smelt the blood, the canine smell and... and the drops...
[b]Wisher/b] Wisher calmed herself down enough to stop growling. "What do you want from me? Might as well spill it out now" She feared what he would say, knowing he had the upper hand in this situation.
Tis I a slightly awkward potato makin my way through this site