In The Doghouse: Chapter Eight
Cathy travis, somewhere in the midst of her chaotic existence, had unfalteringly managed to scrape up a tree every year for reid and xavier to decorate during their childhood. a real one too, not one of those synthetic, plastic numbers.
Responsibility to Protect
By reflex he snapped the blaster into his right paw, vaporizing the next arrow in mid-flight before it could find its way to travis wallace. "get back," the spitz ordered. "i'll cover you."
The Lion
For 'anything else,' uh, travis wallace and i had sex twice. well... three times," she amended--there had been a_slight_ pause while the otter recovered. "but the second two were very close together, four days ago. also no reactions.