BrindleTail

Wrangling baby animals. His personal hell. Brutus didn’t have to think hard about what he might have done for the universe to be giving him this slap in the face. Day of peace? All he wanted to do was find that self-righteous ass who felled him in battle and rip his long ears off. But orders were orders, and he’d do his best, even if it made his stomach churn just to think on it. As if the humility couldn’t be any greater, he was stuck with a brood. An Olde brood for that matter. Walking towards her, she looked like a loose twig that he could snap in half with his teeth, forget about his massive hooves. He realized he wasn