JourneytoRevenge

The bumping and engine noises from the van didn't even faze Torrick. He was sprawled out on his side, bored. Looking out the window wasn't very interesting once they had left the city and hit the plains. He didn't even have his mate to talk to; car rides made her sleepy. He sat up and looked over his shoulder to where she lay, her spine resting against his. They had lots of blankets here in the back of the van; neither of them fit in a crate, and certainly would fit together. Their breed was slightly larger than an Irish Wolfhound, with a heavier frame and a very unique physique. Torrick looked his mate over, lingering on her features that di