"I have friend that helps." Pookie spoke softly,  his gaze following Damion, "...but I have not had Master in near a year." He shifted his mass, the black lights accentuated his musculature through his white fur. "Not since Clover..." with these words his tone had changed to a sad sort of longing.<br/><br/>Clover, a name that had been popular in the fighting world. The petite Arctic shewolf with a bright and vibrant personality had specialized in kickboxing.  Her career had burned hot and bright until she had met an unfortunate end...about a year ago.