Blackfeather Woods It's not like you're unpredictable

Finally, it was done. Nyx sat back, admiring her amateur work, whipping up when it seemed the fox might wake. She leaned, perhaps a little too close, and was showered with some liquid. It was chunky and war but quickly turned icky, smelly and cold. Oh dear night mother - IT GOT IN MY MOUTH! Nyx yelled, shaking the vomit off the best she could. WELL ARE YOU NOT THE MOST AMAZING GIRL EVER, BITCH. She cursed, not daring to lick herself clean. How in the hell was she going to get this off? She couldn't leave her yet.

At least you got it out of your system, you good-for-nothing. This is how she repays me? Really? Thanks a whole lot. She murmured.