Tuktu Weir june bug, the weather breaks

Great. Another one.

For each step forward, Queenie took a step back. Though she would have liked to have bared her teeth and raised her hackles, she was too confused by the incredibly unexpected demeanor of the black doe. A furrow was written through her brows as her jaws clamped down onto the hare's neck. Was this what Nathaniel had felt the first time they'd met? 'Cause boy, did she feel bad.

Was she high? Maybe she was high. Are you high? Queenie asked, having now dropped the hare and firmly planting her paw onto its head. No one was this happy, right? Good for her, sure, but it couldn't have been natural. It's, uh--, she began again with a shake of her head, my...snack.