by Happy Trails Mon Oct 15, 2012 3:28 pm
Brutus tilted his head, confused at what was playing out in front of him. First he thought he was being a dick about going back home to avoid that purple mare he used to date, he didn't really care about that. She was annoying, never throwing his tennis ball like this new nice mare did, let alone buying him a new squeaky one. He liked the squeaky one, it squeaked. Then he started talking about somepony named Zesty, only adding to the wolf's confusion.
It quickly became apparent that this 'Zesty' was another mare, though his earth pony friend seemed to care about her a damn sight more than that purple one. His confusion took on a new level and flavor, why the hell was he upset about her? He couldn't imagine Trails losing any claim of dominance over a mate, after all the buck was about as strong as warriors got. Numerous times the wolf had seen him take out entire packs of flying ponies. What came next shocked Brutus out of his confusion, they actually cried. This was serious, he needed to say something.
"Do you love her or not?" Brutus barked.
Trails quirked an eyebrow and looked to his big war dog. "What?"
"Do you, or do you not, love her?"
"Course I do, I said I did didn't I?"
"Well the what's the fucking hold up?" the wolf's bark started to take an almost condescending tone. "What have you contracted the bitch flu or something, I mean damn. If you mean what you're saying then why not fucking act on it, and don't give me that 'I'm scared' bull shit. You are Happy goddamn Trails, you don't get to be scared."
Trails laughed a little at his wolf's peptalk and cracked a lopsided smile. Part of him wondered what Bell thought about his back and forth with his dog, sure she'd say something eventually. "I guess you're right, both of you. I'll think about it.