sorry for the wait. it's okay that i gave denver a knife, right? if not i will edit that part. <3
Fucking pig, Denver thought, catching a whiff of the fresh scent of urine. He nearly gagged at the strong clouds of ammonia wafting their way. Frowning, he turned to Maggie, wishing he had telepathic powers. Instead, he just made an angry face and turned back to stare at their prey from behind a clump of bushes. How dare he piss all over Denver's land, their land?
The wolf was on four legs, but by sight alone Denver could tell that his own size was no match for this haughty brute's. Still, he had speed and cunning on his side, and with the lovely Magnolia as his partner, they would not fail. It had been a while since he had worn a weapon, but for the sake of his own safety (and perhaps Maggie's, too), he had brought a knife. It was small, and hardly larger than a simple pocketknife, but it had served him well in the past. It could cut meat, he knew, and that was good enough. He had polished and sharpened the blade as best he could. Happily, he found that he could nearly see his own reflection in the old tool. It was strapped securely under the leg of his pants, at his ankle, but he didn't reach for it just yet.
Moving ahead to follow their quarry, Denver slid behind every bit of cover he could, knowing that the wind was taking his scent away. The foul scent of urine was stronger in the air now, anyways. Denver's nose wrinkled again in disgust. "Hey man, you lookin' for somethin' here?" he called out with Southern tones, moving into the open confidently, his pace casual, almost friendly. The Associate's pink nose twitched at the wolf's scent; it was dominating and heavy, full of testosterone. The stranger wanted sex. Pale eyes darted to Magnolia, and without a word he motioned for her to come to him. "A pretty girl, maybe?" He crooned in his most convincing voice. He hoped he wasn't reaching too much, trying to use his pretty counterpart as a lure. His gaze flickered to and from her, trying to explain that she should just But if it would work, Denver would be sure that the cocky motherfucker stopped breathing before he could lay a finger on her. If he could just get him to come closer...
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