MADDOX
It’s just starting to get dark as we trot back onto the housegrounds. I find the discarded pile of clothes and let Vixen get off before shifting. Pants are pulled back on but I don’t bother with a shirt. A shower is in my near future. Plus, Vix seems to like the view.
“Do you ever wear clothes?” The coyote asks snarkily.
“Like you don’t enjoy it,” I quip back, earning a scoff and an adorable blush. We walk back into the house and make our way to the second floor.
“I need a shower, and you do too after rolling around in the dirt,” Vixen gives me an unimpressed look. “Dinner should be ready by the time we’re done.” We go our separate ways, entering our own rooms. The shower is quick, eager to get back to the small fiery woman just across the hall. I decide against a shirt again
