(God... all hell has broke loose while I was gone.... sex and drugs? What a naughty bunch!)

Fenrir put his massive head on Alistair's lap and let out a long sigh. He wasn't used to this much excitement. Most of his nights were spent leisurely, in bars or clubs, and he had little experience with troublesome hunters.

His nose wrinkled a little at the smell of pot smoke and he looked up at his vampire with longing eyes. For now he preferred to stay silent and play the part of the loyal guard dog. Being an animal made his world simple, if only for awhile.

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Sugar Sweet Weather~