It’s been sometime since the motorcycle incident that his rookery brother Lexington made to which he himself messed the entire vehicle up. The smaller gargoyle was definitely not happy with this development, so in an effort to make it up to him, he was scouring an automotive junkyard they went to last time to gather up the parts for the bike. Tonight he was alone, looking into piled up cars and motorcycles for the appropriate parts, being pretty cautious to not be seen by humans after what happened the last few times.
“Ugh…doing this alone is harder than it looks…” He muttered to himself as he kept looking.
“There’s a lot we can do…” He grinned, simply standing in place and leaning his chest out more. The wolf’s torso was very clearly the product of hours of heavy lifting, with solid pectorals and a set of rock-hard abs that’d make anyone jealous. All these were covered by a trail of cream-coloured fur that stated at the wolf’s muzzle and ran down over his chest and stomach.
“Theres a lot gargoyles can do too, but tell me what else can you do?” He smirked, still feeling every crease and pec there was on the mutant, still loving the feeling of his fur as he used both hands this time. “For some reason I can’t get enough of his fur, Chip. It’s really nice.”
“Don’t stop now, you’re welcome to explore to your heart’s content.” The wolf goaded the gargoyle on, not wanting this sensation to end just yet. “As for what I can do, well I’ve got a great sense of smell. Not to mention excellent hearing too, in fact that’s how I first came across you in the junkyard yesterday. I heard you digging around in the scrap metal.”
He was exploring the others sides now, beginning to scratch the other gently. “That’s a very handy tool to have. For what it’s worth I’m glad I met you, Chip.”
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