A Casual Hangout
"6287 Wayside Crescent. See ya there! - Viv" Reading the message for the hundredth time, unsurprisingly, did nothing to calm Ben's nervously beating heart. The harsh orange rays of the afternoon sun bore down upon the maned wolf's back and cast a...
City Nights
Ever since the tan fur along my back began to darken, which my dad had assured me was normal for any growing dingo pup (probably before slapping me on the ass and telling me to 'go play a sport for once, Ryan'), I've possessed a fantastic knack for...