Dire Wolf Devil
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"AHh yeah, the first time we almost got kicked out because someone decided to get into a heated argument with the owner of the tent that involved ring tossing and threatened to burn their tent down." He quirked his eyebrow as he looked down to Reaver. "I wonder who that could be."
"Hey, that was a rigged game and y' know it! Bastards lucky I didn't really do it." Reaver flicked an ear as he'd then smile innocently, looking up at Graham as he'd softly poke his cheek. "Besides, you saw how sad the twins were when we couldn't get them those stuffed animal prizes they wanted. 'The big plushie woofs', as the two called them."