Hound

"A puppy is at my door? A puppy?" he muttered, as he crouched down, getting at eye level with the pup. The puppy, deciding that ankles didn't suit his teeth and claws justice, clambered up onto Embry's lap, putting his paws on Embry's toned chest and licking his chin, the puppy's tail wagging so hard he could be a stand in for helicopter blades. "Hey. Hey, little guy, chill man," he said, a small smile almost reaching his lips, but not quite.

Entered in the TEAM WOLFPACK FTW! Writing Contest.