"Miss us?" Wolf nuzzled his throat, her too rough tongue coarse against his skin.
"Course." Arching against her body to show her just how much.
"Mummy's very cross with you, Puppy. There'll be no games for you until you learn to play nicely."
Wolf shrugged, it was small beer to her. Turning back into a wolf, she curled into a tight ball at Spike's side.
wordoftheday100 — small beer
Part of the Park!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse