Whitebark Stream Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in

"Isn't that the man's job?" She retorts swiftly, brows raising as she takes on a look of offense - but it is only play, like the rest of her behavior. She bats her tail, and it sweeps against her hocks. The girl raises her own head and prances a step around him, lingering just within his reach. "What's on the menu?" Swish swish. Her tail sways back and forth, the gray fur briefly mingling with his on each return trip. This was a great way to get herself a much needed meal - and hell, the boy was mighty fine too. Maybe she could get a piece of that as dessert.