“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows (in case the title wasn't obvious enough.)

I hope we're not summer friends, because this wolf wouldn't have any qualms with melting us away.

A YCH my friend Grayson scored. Apparently he found myself and Kaz to be suitable snacks for the purposes of filling in those other slots.

Hungry wolf is graysonthewolf graysonthewolf

The bashful wolf is my good friend apollosan apollosan

The coyote butt jutting comically out of the wolf's maw is myself.

Art is by kaiizree kaiizree