Falls of the Hinterlands NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Guillotina didn't usually get caught her own lies. She swallowed as his head disappeared under water. Wolves could hold their breath for a bit, right? She had a hard time seeing him on account of him being brown. He should have picked a different color in the start menu. It wasn't her fault he believed her, so she didn't feel bad.

He was still a while. Guillotina wondered if Meltin' Milton had turned into Deadin' Milton, but no, he resurfaced and was more of a Moanin' Milton now. She eyeballed him as he pulled himself from the water. He looked like a soggy rat. She'd really rather have looked at anything else. Moanin' Milton wasn't done with her though, he started to yell at her. She just rolled her eyes like a teenager and shrugged. "Just teaching ya a lesson. Ya gotta learn how to swim for yourself. Ya did it. Good job, kid." She would have given him a thumbs up but she was frowning at one of her nails. It had gotten scuffed when she climbed up on the boulder. God damn it.