Duck Lake Kill two ducks with one paw.

Damn, savage asf. She could dig it. With a roll of tender shoulders, she both confirmed her nonchalance in the mess and realized how tight her shoulders were.

Off he went, picking up and hauling off the dead baby and dropping it off to a dead mommy, and Tina woulda been grossed out by it, but she was curious as to what he was gonna do with them. So, as any curious cat- er, wolf, would do, she asked.

"Whatcha gonna do with them, Nu?"

She could see he had a plan, and another question sparked in that noggin' of hers. How the hell was he able to fly between that random language and english? Like, she had come across foreignors before, that hot other non-english dude being something of a fling for the choco babe before she woke up to find herself alone, dumped off somewhere. Either that, or they flat out dipped on her ass. Whatever. He wasn't as cute as this dude, anyways.

Hazels dipped back and forth between landing on the tall lupine again, as she asked her other question, skepticism lacing her dulcet words.

"And what language is that you speak? The one you spoke to,...well...you know."

She didn't wanna bring up the death so soon, but well, there she went, doing it. Such a bad girl. Even wehn she wasn't trying to be.