Notes: For primeval100: challenge 392: Pizza.
Notes (2): Set in the Moss ‘verse .
Moss sniffed the air; he’d know that smell anywhere. Pepperoni, if he wasn’t mistaken. Peering into the lounge, he saw the open box on the table, just lying there, unattended.
Crouching low, Moss edged toward the table but he didn’t need to worry. His humans were too engaged in another of their odd human mating rituals on the sofa to notice him.
Matt heard something hit the floor and pulled away from Becker in time to see the box being dragged into the kitchen.
“Hils? Your wolf has nicked the pizza.”
“He’ll make himself ill,” Becker sighed, getting up. “MOSS!”