Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

guilt transforms her features but she does not move closer, oh no. "sorry, angel," the witch croons, the tilt of her head apologetic, "i dunno either -- y'gotta find someone who knows 'bout skin conditions an' alla that." wb is many things: talented, beautiful, likeable - but knowledgable about the wolven body she is not and she lacks medical aspirations to start with.

what she is good at is talking to people, and so she carefully takes a step forward, though her funny-pink eyes linger on furi's raw bitten toes. "sorry you ain't feelin' good," she says, "why don'tcha talk to me a little, take your mind offa it?" the starlet grins and drops to her belly, tail wagging as she pulls herself into a sphinx-like pose with dainty crossed paws. "tell me all about where you're stayin' now, yeah?"