Emberwood banned from the gucci store

Killer didn’t seem to be pissed, so Caracal sighed in relief, dropping the leg at his friend’s feet. He did a little dance with his forelegs, then bent down to nudge it toward him, making it clear he intended it as a gift.

I shit you not, I found it floating in a stream. It was still attached. Hopefully the cold water kept it pretty fresh. Anyway, it’s for you, if that wasn’t clear. And I was hoping I could talk to you, he said, pausing if only to take a breath, about whether you want to keep traveling?