Blackbeak Bluff hot ocean milk with dead animal croutons

their time together draws to a close - wb stretches out luxuriously, rising up on her slim long legs and smiles at the girl - who's nearly overtaken her in size by now. so strange, these big and beautiful beasts, wolves. "i hope you ain't itchy soon," the starlet agrees with a playful smile, darting forward to bump her nose against the other's cheek in briefly stolen affection - and jumps back just as quickly, better safe-than-sorry. "see you around, angel," she says cheery-bright and turns on her heel, heading back down the coast toward her new home.