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song; every teardrop is a waterfall
gender; male
relationships; crushes on many females,
but single
sexuality; he is straight, but never knows if some day that might change
at first feeling;
soon feeling;
lastly feeling;
tags; Savion

ｓ ｐ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｒ was actually rather glad when he heard the pawsteps of the other male speeding forth, to him, and that Savion was there when he was vomiting, and that he galloped up to him, pressing his maw into his neck softly. The samoyed stared at him, when he lifted his head, like he had two heads. Spencer ignored his look, and it quickly turned to a look filled with worry for Spencer. The male's tail wagged slowly at Savion, and he licked his lips. But than, the other male began blabbering some words that sounded like jibberish to the male... It most likely was Russian. "Remember, I don't speak Russian." He chuckled, smiling softly. He wrinkled up his nose, and began continuously licking with his tongue around his mouth. "Bleh... I'll be right back, I hate the taste of vomit..." He growled slightly, and turned around to the river, lapping up some water. Then, when the taste was almost completely gone, Spence turned back around, smiling happily at Savion. "So.... Should we build our shelter around here? I bet I can clear some brush, and turn it into a den..." He half-asked, half-told him.