[ @pilotofstorm ] In comes bursting in, none other than Skippy. Who's seen.. better days. Actually, he looks like he has went through 500 sandstorms. "G-GOOD GOD, I MADE IT- Wolf!! Heya, happy birthday! I made ya a lil' cake because of the time 'n all, sorry I've been scarce as hell! Anythin' new?"
Eyes wide, Wolf's ears shoot up, standing tall at the top of his head in visible surprise as he beholds the ragged Skippy before him.
"Holy shit, Skippy!" He exclaims as he gently takes the small cake that's being offered to him from the younger Dart Frog. "Ya look like hell warmed over!"
His eye scans the younger man, looking Skippy up and down in distressed concern. The amphibian's friendly sentiment is completely lost on Wolf, who is much more worried about his friend than he is celebrating living through another year — despite the many enemies he's made while navigating the underground criminal world of the Lylat System.
"—Uh."
Then as he collects himself, Wolf actually looks at the little cake in his hands and though he is concerned about Skippy, a smile still creeps up along his snout. Curling around his muzzle, he flashes his yellow teeth in a warm expression of his gratitude, though the concern for the younger pilot never fades from Wolf's good eye.
"Sorry, this looks delicious, buddy! I really appreciate this, but I gotta be honest with ya, I couldn't care less about a fuckin' cake when ya approach me lookin' like this!"
"What the hell happened!?"