Sweetscakes

Sweetscakes: Lucio padded aimlessly around, once in a while stopping to sniff the air and observe his surroundings, watching for any lone wolves or, hopefully, pack members. He was unsure if they were hostile to intruders, though he knew from past experiences that packs typically didn’t enjoy it when loners roamed through their territory. Lucio exhaled and continued onwards, feeling a mix between fear and excitement. Hopefully they wouldn’t kill him upon first contact and, instead, allow him to speak first. Reaver: The Elder had been on patrol for the night, the crisp night breeze sending a soft chill through her fur. She was alo