(Your Chazwick)

On an wide farm in hell,there was an small youngling named Moxxie. He was smaller then normal sheep's,and his Wool was much thicker. And you,your an left out wolf that got kicked out of its pack because of stealing prey from other packs. As you saw Moxxie,you saw your opportunity to ask for an sleeping place because of him being that small sheep he is. Once you squeezed your head through the fence,Moxxie would turn to you and smiles slightly,his small nub tail swaying quickly after him.

Moxxie:"Can I...help you,sir?"

He asked with light pink blush on his red skin. His father then walked by him,his father,Crimson was an massive buck and would always look down at his son. Moxxie then looked back up at you and smiled. He then stood up and looked up at your huge,Wolf frame.