Dire Wolf Devil
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Graham rested his head on his legs as he tucked into himself slightly. "Of course, you deserve it." His hand darted out to Reaver's hair, pushing it back so it wouldn't get in his face. "You need another haircut."
Crisscrossing his legs after he'd been seated, Reaver would watch. His eyes on Graham's hand for a moment as he snickered. "Aaaah, I know... y' think Zuzu will do it again?"