**** it I'll do this shit rp style hahah

Scrap: "what do you think we should do with that mutt..." he let out a soft sigh as he glanced over to Shade. He seemed to look him up and down for a moment, examining how he held himself, his ears held high. Shade: he'd growl in response to this, irritated by having been called a mutt, "who you calling a mutt f^ckstain..." he couldn't help but smile at his own words, finding them quite amusing. Scrap: "put a cork in it dog." he hissed as he said that, wanting him to shut the **** up. Shade: he took his word in mind, grumbling as he started walking off, going to his cabin, not wanting to deal with scrap's bullshit. Scrap: he stood there looking dumbfounded, a bit confused, and unhappy. *About an hour later cause I'm lazy* Shade: he walked into his cabin, closing the door behind him. He then walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of alcohol, and opening it. He then moved to the living room, calmly laying down as he took a drink of it. Oh and he sure was tired, He grumbled softly, trying not to doz

-doze off. He'd soon hear a knock at his cabin door, cocking an eye as he got up, setting the bottle down, walking to the door, opening it, looking around, then glancing down, finally seeing the lady in front of him. Beatrice: She looked up at the man in front of her, a bit frightened by how tall he was, not liking how he towered over her with such ease, her ears flattened. "do you mind if I stay here for the night?... I managed to get lost" Shade: "why of course!" he moved, allowing her to come in the house, his tail wagging slowly, after all seeing her was like a treat for him, she had all the right curves in all the right places, and oh he LOVED the thought that he'd have her here all night. Though he was smart enough to hold his tongue and not say a thing.

gonna hit the hay now.