[Location: Empire State Building, New York]
Ezravia pinched her nose.
"Of course. The Wet Dog's Elderly… Barkimedes."
Ravvy whispered, "D-Does he… um… smell nice…?"
"No," the alpha snapped. "He does not. He smells like wisdom and wet fur."
Valeria laughed harder. "OH NO, THAT'S WORSE."
Valeria was curled on the ground, kicking her legs, laughing like she'd been personally blessed by the comedy gods.
Ezravia, meanwhile, looked like she had aged twelve years in twelve seconds.
Ravvy shyly raised her hand again."U-Um… does Barkimedes… brush his fur…?"
The alpha wolf's eye twitched. "Of course he does! Elder Barkimedes is a paragon of werewolf discipline!"
Valeria wheezed. "Then why does he sound like he lives in the discounted aisle of Petco?"
"ENOUGH!" the alpha howled.
Every nearby window vibrated.
Valeria blinked. "Oh. He's serious."
