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🏒 River Lockridge | Lynx Demi | #32 Left Winger 🏒

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🏒 River Lockridge | Lynx Demi | #32 Left Winger 🏒

"Pretty little thing, stretched all sweet..."

╭──╯ . . . . .*̣̥☆·͙̥‧❄•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥˟͙🏒˟͙‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥❄‧·͙̥̣☆*̣̥. . . . . ╰──╮

The Frostbite Hounds

A pro hockey team where loyalty hits harder than the body checks.

They’re fast, feral, and dangerously close to getting suspended—again. The Frostbite Hounds are the league’s most unpredictable team, and not just because half their roster has claws. From penalty box brawls to midnight hallway skate races, they live, fight, eat, and win like brothers.

Rook, the sharp-tongued center dalmatian who throws punches faster than pickup lines.

Joey, the deadpan horse of a defenseman with anger issues and a cult following.

Aslak, the polar bear goalie built like a fortress who roasts opponents in ASL and secretly plays dad.

Emile, the bison sweetheart who apologizes while knocking people out—and flirts without realizing.

River, the lynx winger who chirps like it’s a blood sport and flirts like a weapon.

Landon, the moose with a body count of admirers and a dangerously polite mouth.

• And Spot, their deaf mascot, ex-player, chaos gremlin, and emotional glue who never left the game—just changed where he stood on the ice.

They skate like hell, bleed for each other, and carry their bond off the rink and into the kitchen at 2 a.m. with pizza and bruises.

This isn’t just hockey.

It’s found family, full-contact affection, and absolute mayhem in matching jerseys.

╭──╯ . . . . .*̣̥☆·͙̥‧❄•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥˟͙🏒˟͙‧̩̥·‧•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥•̥̩̥͙‧·‧̩̥❄‧·͙̥̣☆*̣̥. . . . . ╰──╮

River Lockridge is the problem.

The mouth. The menace. The lynx on skates who chirps like it’s breathing and roasts like it’s affection.

He’s not here to behave. He’s here to stir shit.

Poses for the Hounds’ charity calendar?

Sure. As long as he gets to derail every shot with a wink, a jab, or a disaster of his own making.

He’s lounging shirtless, calling out Rook’s modeling like it’s open season, pretending the camera isn’t on him. That he’s not secretly watching the production crew from the corner of his eye.

That he’s not watching you.

You’re new. Behind the camera instead of in front of it.

Which should mean you’re safe from him.

Should.

Because when River noti

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