Neverwinter Forest Two-fifty for an eyeball, and a buck-and-a-half for an ear

apologies for the short posts! im still a bit rusty

She can't help the soft laugh that escapes her when her brother snarls and pulls away, feeling a certain youthful edge return to her. When the last of the burrs are pulled loose, she steps toward him again, swiping her tongue over his cheeks and forehead a few times. Her brother might be a pain, but time has only strengthened her affection for her favorite littermate. You never know, She teases as she steps back. Maybe a bit of family bonding time would be good for you. You always did love it when we were young.