Elle rings Dog's phone, hoping he isnt trotting around chasing tail and he can pick up.
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Somewhere, in a park, a wolf jumps, startled by his butt buzzing.
Jumping up, he turns to examine the ground, and jumps again when the buzzing repeats itself. Glancing back at his tail balefully, he finally realizes what's going on.
In short order, a scruffy man with blades of grass adorning him answered the phone, not recognizing the number.
"What?" Dog barked.
His butt still tingled.
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"Yeah, especially if it's for another third," he replies with a grin that she can hear. He begins beating the grass blades off of himself.
He might have to rename E-Mo to Chewtoy.
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She laughs into the phone, a rare and rather happy sound.
"Meet me at my Haven, we're gonna go find this Bitch I met, you can fuck her before we drag her to the 'royal highness' if you want... I'm hungry anyway."
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"Sounds like a night," Dog says, and then hangs up.
He starts to put his phone back in his rear pocket, stops for a second, and then puts it in his front pocket.
Soon a shaggy wolf is trotting towards a haven.
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