Bramblepoint Cinnamon Harvest with his best buddy Ooky

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Perhaps if Lulu had been sober, she would've thought twice about remaining seating, what with Jotunn's quick change in attitude and all. Instead of sending red flags up in the femme's mind, she figured it a rather good sign in her favor and did nothing but grinned happily at her companion. I like you. The words slipped from her mouth with a sweet lilt to each end, though she was too high on a mixture of euphoria and kava to notice. Lulu managed to climb to a sitting position, though her hindlegs remained splayed to the side.

From the corner of her eye, she could make out another wolf of much more intrigue. On her did she carry a pelt of blues and greens. She called out for Lulu to follow, thus the sylph bit her lip and considered her options. She was sure that this was a hallucination, though it was one she couldn't ignore. I have to go now, Lulu whispered to her friend before standing and slowly beginning her wobbly strut toward the wolfess.

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