little bit of lead

Morgan · (This post was last modified: May 02, 2019, 12:05 PM by Morgan.)

Morgan had been all over the place since Velvet had the babehs. Jonah was growin like a weed on shrooms, and Hornet was smackin around everything that smacked at her on accident- even tails! Girl was still blinded a bit but boy, when she honed in on you, wasn’t no stoppin her till she was dun whitcha. And by damn, it made him proud. Now valid, he was glad all he had to do was bring his babehgurl some food so she wouldn’t have ta leave the den or the babehs , but without her, he felt himself really having no attachment to this band of wolves. There was soon gonna be a day, he already knew, where he’d have ta resume his lone star walkin. It was real comfortable here in the Keep, but Morgan knew it just wasn’t a fit for him.

Ironically enough, he came cross somebody else who brooded on the matter of being here, damn near walkin right past em till the smell hit the snout. It jolted him a bit, and yea while Reiner was on the fella, didn’t excuse that Morgan ain’t know shit bout em. “Whatchu lazin bout fo here, boah? Does it pay good?” Golds stares down accusingly at Zodiac from the heap of mountain muscle that made what the Rogue was to this day. Reiner was scattered all over Zodiac’s hide, and he wondered if that was what drove him to be so calm and sullen. That beast cuffed him or what?

“Who ‘er you, and watchu doin in tha’ Keep?” The next and most important question threw itself out of the rustler’s lips. Looking about, he could see they were by that beautifuh Risiana Lagoon, or whatever @Phex had called it. Real nice.