Emberwood bits n pianos

Bronco insisted on a tour, followed by some eats. Hells yeah, he murmured agreeably, then wondered, What the hell’s a Blueberry? Caracal assumed it was a person but, well, he was feeling a little facetious. The name was actually vaguely familiar, kind of like the mention of Moonglow.

Obeying the gesture, Caracal fell into step with the older male, wondering what might be on the menu today. What’s good? I’m not half bad at hunting small game, he shared conversationally. Didn’t really have a choice, otherwise me and Killer would be skeletons by now. They’d both leaned out a bit anyhow, not that he’d been paying much attention.