Stavanger Bay impossible germany, unlikely japan

murgash watched as doe padded over to each, nosing them as she spoke their names. names he would not remember because at this particular moment, he was eyeballing the newfound bulk of her underside -- particularly, her boobies.

he snapped out of his drool-fest (though he would of course, store that image in his spank-bank -- if wolves had spankbanks) as he heard the tail end of a question. he hadn't really been paying attention, but did not want her to know so he just nodded slowly. "oh yeah," he agreed, hoping whatever it was he was affirming was not something like "can you get me more snapper?" or "do you feel like doing work stuff?". he cast his gaze to her slyly, hoping it was an acceptable answer. however, he was eager to move on before she caught on and said: "so, how long before dey do stuff?"