The smaller wolf sighed, staring down as he played with Wolfram's nipple. He twirled his finger around it before pinching the left one lightly. His body was so muscular, so perfect. He wondered why no one- girl or guy werewolf hasn't "wandered" into his territory before. Taking in a deep breath, he bounced a little on top of the dominate wolf before saying, "Well he drinks to get drunk which I don't have a problem with it's just that...he's just all over the place and sloppy. I'm sure it's nothing you need to concern yourself with, Wolfram."
Bastion's father drank like that, but he didn't go about shouting or causing scenes. He just sat there in his chair and stare off into the fireplace until he was okay enough to get up and go to bed.
