Greatwater Lake It's not ours to break

"oh my god" - accurate rn

Pallas should have known better than to tempt Buffalo, for he seemed the type that needed little encouragement to misbehave. She pulled her head back, her gaze sharp and lingering as he preferred the family jewels for her viewing pleasure. Pallas had never been particularly witty, and a slicing riposte was well beyond her skill-set. All the same she simply stared at them, as if they were a pair of shriveled oranges left in the sun. She shifted a paw under her chest and looked up at the male, an ear canted forward as she innocently responded: "Not much of a prize."