Indy shakes his head despairingly at Mike's suggestions.
"Stop. Just... stop."
He stoops and places the puppy down on the carpet. There's a slight wince as his recent leg wound protests the strain, but he stays hunkered to observe the cub at close quarters.
"As for you," he asides to Moon, "watch it." He reaches up without taking his eyes off the wolf, and idly swats her butt. "Macho's my thing. You should be appreciatin' it, not forgivin' it."
The cub, for his part, makes a beeline for Stampy's hiding place, very curious about the wiggling thing protruding from the foliage. Before long, a wet wolf nose meets the tip of a miniature elephant trunk. And a suspenseful pause in sniffing and snuffling occurs...
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"Stop. Just... stop."
He stoops and places the puppy down on the carpet. There's a slight wince as his recent leg wound protests the strain, but he stays hunkered to observe the cub at close quarters.
"As for you," he asides to Moon, "watch it." He reaches up without taking his eyes off the wolf, and idly swats her butt. "Macho's my thing. You should be appreciatin' it, not forgivin' it."
The cub, for his part, makes a beeline for Stampy's hiding place, very curious about the wiggling thing protruding from the foliage. Before long, a wet wolf nose meets the tip of a miniature elephant trunk. And a suspenseful pause in sniffing and snuffling occurs...