“You alright?” I asked John.
“d**k tried to jump back into my stomach.” John did a full-body shiver. “Give me a minute to adjust.”
I held back laughter as we both turned to the wet wolf who was whimpering and shivering on the ground.
“What do we do about this?” I asked the universe, knowing full well the impulsive acts would only get worse as the rut came on stronger.
“Let’s build a fire,” John suggested. “We’ll make camp, regroup, and talk some sense into them.”
I glanced at him from the corner of my eye to see if he really believed the s**t he was saying. “You only want a fire because your d**k is cold.”
*
We huddled around the fire as drones buzzed overhead, sweeping us with beams of light like some alien invasion in the middle of the woods. John kept his back facing away from th
