Stupid fucking john, getting his dumbass caught by wolves and practically mauled by the for the second time this year! How the hell did he manage to do it? Javier thought to himself as he huffed, trudging through the thick and puffy snow as he held John over his right shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his same arm holding onto him so he wouldn't fall. Javier sighed once more, glaring at john, even though he knew he wouldn't even be able to see it. The man's ass was basically right in his face, and he suddenly got an idea...