Drake had heard a little fox he liked happened to enjoy huffing musk, and well, with extra arms and a liking for the gym, Drake knew he had plenty to work with. So when he knew the little guy would be around, he stopped by the locker room halfway through his workout. He hardly needed a break, no, this was for his little fox to get his wish granted. And for the wolf himself? He chuckled, glad to know he was making the little guy all too happy. He grunted as he took a seat, peeling his shirt off first to drop it beside him on the bench with damp whump. Next he toed off his sneakers, sighing in relief at the cool air against his sweat dampened socks, not that those lasted long, being happily peeled from his feet and tossed into his duffel back, he wouldn't be needing them today anyway, not with his new insole to be coming in. Smugly satisfied, Drake sat back on the bench, playing a game on his phone with two hands, and the free arms practicing poses he thought might be effective on Wes. Then he heard the door, and, pocketing the phone, he grinned...it was go time.

Art is by who Drake also belongs to.

Wes belongs to me.