Totoka River we're out of soy milk

hesitantly she crept forth, closing the distance betwixt them, and he watched her with a warm expression. but she did not partake of his gift -- the woman questioned, which he had expected. not with words but with gestures he answered, canting his head with flared nostrils at her lack of pack odor.

to the fish he dipped his muzzle, then backed away to invite the wolfess closer. adopting a vaguely dominant stance, lasher glanced in the direction of the coastline before returning his attentions to the woman.

home.