Otter Creek And now for the punch-line

Forget her? The halfbreed thought on her words for a moment. It was an inward battle, still caught somewhere between not believing her, and his natural empathy. Of course he was doing his best not to give her the opportunity to take advantage of him again whilst still trying his best not to be a complete asshole on the off chance she was a slightly downtrodden rebel. Have you thought about like, doing something productive for your pack to be remembered, I mean instead of playing pranks, or convincing others they're dying and just being a general twat? He shuffle slightly, shifting his weight between his fore paws as he spoke, his golden eyes fixed on the young female. It was hard to pick much from her when she kept Cher face turned away, for a moment he wondered why. He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, assuming she simply didn't want to face him whilst reflecting on her apparent fault. Speech thoughts