ain't nobody fucking with my pack

       The other two surprised him, but not as much as the knapsack being dropped in front of him. One front paw pressed on it, then looked at the other wolves for an answer. The fuck is this? He thought before sitting down, his own blue eyes meeting the red ones.

"Do you understand english?"

       Slowly but surely, he got to his feet, fighting the dizzy spell that was coming over him. I’m going to die. He told himself on repeat as the other wolf surrounded him, as if sizing him up. She’d win easily.

       He took goddamn forever. By the time he'd finished, two other wolves had trotted out. A smaller one, clearly younger, but vibrant enough for all three of them, and a larger one with bright red eyes and a more authoritative energy. Lupe moved aside, allowing the smaller wolf to drop down a knapsack. 

       He didn”t like that at all. The world spun as his head snapped up quickly. He was so hungry he was nauseous. They acted as if they made him a four course meal. Reluctantly, he rips at the rabbit, small whimpers visible as his chest rose and fell quickly.

       That's better. She hears Bummer's voice in her head and looks behind her, sensing him near by, along with Bee. The younger girl's voice on snickers which causes a throaty growl from Lupe. She trots around the weaker lone wolf, watching out for them and sending a few glances their way.

       The food dropping in front of him startled him, looking at the wolf towering just a foot away. He couldn’t eat it. The human wouldn’t let him. But when was the human coming back. He turned his head, uninterested.

       Lips pull back in a thunderous snarl. Bummer said she had to help but he didn't exactly say she had to be nice. The muscles tense up and she stomps down at the rabbit's corpse. 

          He didn’t know how long he’d been laying there. It felt like years. From his worn and thin body, it looked like weeks.

       He reeks of death. It's almost sickening. Lupe almost wants to run away but its that disgusting human maternal feeling that causes her trot over, dead rabbit dropping from her teeth.

She’s just going to make whistling and kissing noises, hoping to draw the other one closer. It was a fool proof plan, clearly —-  totally bound to work.

     Pinche sanguijuelas.

            “This isn’t gonna explode or anything, is it?”

"It's just, uh. That's for someone I kinda ain't comfortable with, ya' feel?"

He practically slut-drops his way to the floor. Get an eye of that applebottom, Lupe.

               Still, it doesn't mean she doesn't take a look at the menu.

    “I appear to have dropped my monster condom, for my magnum dong.”

               She needs preview.

"Don’t really run as much anymore."

*turns around in seat to watch dog until its out of sight*