Well, that was unexpected. Carrion had suggested something far more simpler then Helotes had been expecting, but he knew there had to be a catch, there was always a catch. He stared at the male coyote for a moment, before sighing and turning towards the tree that housed his prize. He usually didn’t mess around with such games, but he wanted that alcohol bad. He furrowed his brow, and looked at the bottle, it’s blue glass mocking him like the blue ocean had days ago.
Well, fuck it… the dusty male said and without hesitation he walked towards the tree, touched the bottle to see how strongly it was wedged into the hollow and finding it gave a little, wrapped his hand around the neck of it, ready to gently pull it out. How easy this was, what was that guy trying to pull? He glanced quickly back at Carrion.
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