Revenge

He accepts these pets. He is his rider, and he is his sword. The wolf raises his head and then plops it right onto Hessian’s shoulder. Yes, he likes it here. 

Plops a big ol’ pumpkin right in front of him. 

Nap time, and the King of Wolves is NOT taking no for an answer. 

LOUDLY CHEWS WHILE THE MASTER HUGS THE BIG WOLF KING! 

Stands there while balancing the grenadier hat on his head. Ears up, keeping it in place. 

Amen to that 

When you can’t wear anything on your head cause you have no head, so you end up giving the mask to your dog instead. 

Hoists his rider up onto his back and starts SPRINTING! Time to make a whole lot of NOISE!!! 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

INHALES 

Prepares for the BIG STRETCH