Hideaway Strath i live inside my own heart, matt damon

Terrible inaccuracy notwithstanding, Mallaidh’s tiny paw connects with something warm and wet — Eirlys’ wide open, yawning mouth. The snowdrop, recovered from her hypoglycemic episode and just as bright-eyed as the rest of her siblings, has already learned that her dark-furred sister is the life of the Lotturo party. Eirlys taken to following her family members around like a duckling; she isn’t an adventurer as much as an accomplice. Her clumsy little mouth attempts to clamp down on her sister’s appendage, not with fierce little teeth but with curious lips and tongue. “Hi! You taste bad!” is probably the closest thing to what her expression suggests as she attempts abruptly to dislodge herself, all bright and slightly unfocused eyes and a happily wriggling hind end.