Haunted Wood but I can’t pretend

vanity's coughs were famine's cue to let go. she praised him some more, further exciting his ego, only to steal his pride away with one subsequent motion.

he was quickly pinned onto his back, her one paw held tight to his chest. famine was a large child and still, vanity managed to keep him locked in this position with apparent ease.

hey! he argued, squirming to get away, let me out!