Otter Creek so have you got the guts?

rip astara rofl - feel free to PP

astara's recalcitrance was met with a measured sigh from the male. she watched him suspiciously, bristling as he leaned down closer to her like some sinister ghost -- she decided she did not like him that close and menacing; he carried around an aura of danger that made her feel more was at peril than her toy.

yet stupidly, she did not release the toad; partially because of her own obnoxious stubborn streak, and partially because, well, she was unable to answer his question even if she had tried honestly to do so. the nightcub had no skill in language; her life was largely silent save the occasional grumble from her dam -- even if she had understood the male beyond his basic intentions, she would have been unable to supply a satisfactory answer.

her ears fell to her side and she shrank away, back-pedaling like a hunched pool of black against the reeds. a low whimper sounded in her throat, muffled in part by the toad that still feebly stirred between her teeth.