Phoenix Maplewood daddy

Alya tried to avoid brushing their fur together, not wanting to dirty her freshly groom coat with his sticky little boy grime. It became clear very quickly, however, that this was not something she would have to worry about.

"What the fuck," she huffed, a little laughter escaping her along with the breath. "You really are just brown, huh?" she asked, moving to clean the eye boogeys from his cheeks. He was looking better, though. A little more kempt and presentable, and actually quite handsome when he didn't look like a raggedy carcass.

"Hm," she mused, looking over her newest possession. "You'll do," she decided, sitting back on her haunches. "You may now choose an activity."