Redhawk Caldera I love the smell of napalm in the morning

I DIED

Tiger watched her, tail wagging as Wildfire chomped away. So far, so great! Tiger was quite pleased by this, up until the moment where she said, farts. Tiger couldn't help but let out a loud laugh that came straight from her gut, and she'd be damned if she didn't toot a little in the processes... but Wildfire's nose be blessed, it wasn't a horrendous stink bomb.

At the show of the girls tongue, Tiger went in to lap at the girls face some to clean up excess greens around her. If she frenched the girl in the process, whoops, but Tiger was prone to cleaning up excess saliva, and the like, from others... just like any other wolf. And after that, "One more fart to go," she quips, grinning ear to ear. "Coltsfoot fart," she informs, "I dunno if you've ever eaten a dandelion before, a big yellowy flower, but it's kind of like that. Coppery, but not too bitter," and the honey would ideally sweeten the deal.