Qeya River Simmik

She did not much like the warmer weather, but it looked enough like home for the Russian femme, so she begrudgingly accepted the climate, with no end of complaints muttered to herself and heard by her brother and smirked at. But she walked, following after her darker furred brother as they scouted the area.

Eventually, they spotted a river, ляпис's thirst again bringing him to the forefront. She wasn't as desperate, and trailed after him as usual, yawning loudly and without restrain. He finally saw something in the distance, the sister's eyes following after his gaze until he turned to her with a mischevious smirk on his face.

She allowed the prank, her outward scorn soon shifting into amusement as she watched his exaggerated prowling towards the somewhat familiar woman. She drew closer, a few lengths behind the man before he finally pounced. She giggled darkly, smirking. Вы мудак,