***Jensen is from Disventure Camp (Campamento Disventura), which belongs to OddNation Cartoons***

I actually drew this around two months ago, but hadn’t gotten around to sharing it. After watching OddNation Cartoon’s recent video on him, WOOF!!! 🥵💦💦 I HAD to draw him. Absolute DILF.

This one has to do with another little fetish of mine: belly button drooling when hungry. I definitely want to do this to more characters. Enjoy the little story!

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The growl that erupted from Jensen's roiling stomach could have been mistaken for a bear's death rattle, causing several small mice nearby to jump in shock. Standing at over seven feet tall, Jensen’s appetite was no joke—but this time, it even shocked him. The wolf pup—who he'd taken to calling "Wee Bastard" in his thickest Scottish accent—tilted its head at a precise forty-five-degree angle, as if calculating the exact decibel level of its companion's rumbling stomach.

"Och, dinnae look at me like that," Jensen muttered. "Not all of us can subsist on pine cones and damn optimism." The irony wasn't lost on him that his last meal had been a stale donut snatched from the evidence room before his escape—a sorry feast for a man whose rough childhood had taught him to gut a salmon with his eyes closed. But three days of running from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had a way of making even the most seasoned survivalist forget the basics—like how much he need to eat right now.

His belly button—an unusually expressive thing that seemed to develop a personality of its own through severe malnutrition—made a sound like a wet balloon deflating and began to secrete what Jensen could only describe as "hunger drool." His drooling belly button wobbled on the surface of Jensen’s visibly shaking stomach so hard that it even started to slightly fling water on the little wolf pup in front of him. Wee Bastard, displaying the kind of initiative that would have earned it a promotion were it a human, quickly darted into the forest and returned moments later with what appeared to be a partially decomposed squirrel.

"That's... thoughtful," Jensen managed, watching as his little friend proudly dropped the offering at his feet. The pup's tail wagged with such enthusiasm that it seemed like it was going to rocket off into space on its own. Just as Jensen reached down to accept the… questionable meal, a sound like thunder rolled through the clearing—but it wasn't his stomach this time.

Something truly massive was moving through the forest behind them, snapping hundred-year-old pines like mere toothpicks. The wolf pup's ears flattened against its head, and Jensen turned his head in alert attention. Whatever was coming their way made even Jensen, with his years of wilderness experience, plus his large frame, feel he might be unprepared for this. However, whatever it was, at least it did not seem like it was the police… Jensen could smell that it was some large wild animal.

No matter what it was, Jensen was going to take it on—and so was his little buddy, raring to go.

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