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Vander and Wylie


Vander look towards Shamus with a glint in his eye and a toothy smile. Especially Wylie whose smile reaches from ear to ear. Vander watched as Shamus took out a bottle with an apparatus that will help to collect the venom. Vander nodded at Shamus's instructions and looked towards the bottle. His mouth began to open wide as venomous saliva began to drip from his mouth. Wylie was jittering and chuckling during the whole procedure. Vander bit down on the bottle as he injected his venom into the skin flask. It didn't take long for Vander to fill one bottle full of the deadly substance. He then looked towards the other ready to fill, just then Wylie dove into bite the bottle.

In an explosion of anger and violence Vander charged into Wylie's side knocking him aside. "Oof!" Wylie cried. Vander then stood over him and snarled as he placed a paw down on his neck. "I'm the one whose gettin' all the luck, not you runt!" He barked. Choking and gasping for air, Wylie muttered, "S-sorry, I r-really am!" With another growl, Vander let off Wylie's wind pipe as he began to cough. Vander then turned back to the bottle and injected his venom once more. Wylie wobbled as he stood back up to his feet and despite having his throat nearly crushed, Wylie went straight back to chuckling as if nothing ever happened. The second bottle was filled to the brim.

"There you go, Harvest Wolf, now give me my luck!" Vander demanded. It was then Wylie walked back to Vander's side and chuckled. "Yes, bring us good luck!" Wylie sputtered. "Well? I'm waiting!" Vander spoke as he anxiously awaited whatever he thought was going to be given to him.