Neverwinter Forest harold...

Witchbaby gives her only one question but it does not stop her. Mallaidh doesn’t have to drop and try to explain before her new friend picks up one end and begins to shake and tug too, encouraging her with growls that match her own. Her jaws clench tighter, holding onto the bone and tugs, pushing her front legs as anchor and her back legs as force. She can hear what little muscle and tendons are left tearing, stretching with each pull and threatening to snap somewhere delicate. Another rumble rolls from her chest and out her throat, snapping her head one good time into a shake until something, or someone, gives up.