Wolf O’Donnell

“ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ...” ✩ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏғ sᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴏʟғ ✩ ᴠᴇʀsᴀᴛɪʟᴇ ✩ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ / sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ✩ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪsʜɪᴘ ✩ ɴsғᴡ / sғᴡ [ ♡ ﹠ ⇄ ]

“Cards... if your down for a game or two?”

Looks back. Soft growling.

Maybe he could meet up with this old lupine sometime? He’s got a good poker face... and he can hold his drink.

// Halloween event \\ With the assistance of the star wolf team the lupine has been cured of his strange illness and he’s back to normal. Welcome back your normal old wolf.

// back from the grave who do I owe a reply?

// so unexpected plans brought me out for the evening and now I’m home and slightly drunk night people

Wolf would know. His muzzles in between the two of them every chance he gets.

// replies in the morning I’m going bed!

Well Bowser’s about to get his wish. The lupine kicked the door out, grabbing his groin, already readying his sheath for the bigger male, ready to grow to full mast and breed the beast. He hopes he liked big knots, becaus he’s gonna sink it nice and deep during a mating press.

If he keeps that up, Wolf is gonna have no choice to make those cheeks clap himself. He should know better than to tease a lupine such as himself.

He let out a light growl as the finger pressed against him, effectively pinning him with little to no effort.

The lupine would then sink his teeth into the feather coated flesh. He’d be lying I’d he said he didn’t somewhat enjoy the taste of the musk and sweat mixed in with it but it was annoying to know the avian was right... it really wasn’t doing much.

“Ya’ sure you wanna put that theory to the test?”