Barrow Fields get out somewhere other than me before

could u imagine she'd be like a fat man waddling after an ice-cream truck LMAO

caiaphas' doleful yellow gaze affixed on lycaon briefly with a scowl, though it was shortlived in light of the cheekiness he dared impart. she swung her angular muzzle towards him with a half-hearted nip firing after his form -- mind your mother, pup!!!

all the same a light grin was evidenced on her razor thin features.

"don't want hares." she muttered, swinging her muzzle along the snow-riddled grass, already on a trail that diverged from the frosted meadow back into the sequioa studded copse -- she trailed after it despite the fact that lycaon had elected to sit his plush behind in the snow. "want marmot."