Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

Carried on the win was the pungent odor of a newly-made friend. Ying looked around, wondering where she might find the mink. He was only a short distance away; assuming she'd gone unnoticed, the huntress trotted in his direction with a bark to announce her presence.

Hēi diāo, Ying called as she drew near, You follow me here? It was an innocent jest. She wandered to his side and bumped shoulders in amicable fashion.