Flycatcher Downs Ring ring, the bartender please?

some pp up in here, let me know if you'd like me to change anything <3

The woman babbled on. Sriracha had tried his best to obtain actual consent, but she was clearly a little bit crazy, or at least delusional in her weakness. Her legs didn't look broken, and perhaps she could even walk. Rather than do battle with the madwoman, he closed his teeth around her scruff and began to drag her. It would be a long distance to the nearest source of water, either into the woods or to the greener pastures beyond. And then he would have to get her to Ocra, because he could feed her and water her, but he couldn't treat anything beyond that.

After a mere few feet Sriracha gave up on dragging her. Instead he worked her forelegs over his shoulders. In this way he dragged her, which was more of an affront to her dignity, but far easier.