Emberwood banned from the gucci store

He was way too mellow to be pissed; besides, he knew Caracal couldn't be away from him for long. They were bros, right? And speaking of a bro move. . .

Thanks, Killdeer replied, smiling. He took a cautious nibble at the fleshier part of the leg, chewing slowly, methodically. Hmm. Nohh' badh, he drawled with his mouth full.

He nudged the leg the other direction in invitation and was swallowing when Caracal went on.

The meat went down like a cold, hard lump, and it seemed to stick in his chest. Yeah. I dunno, Cal. I'm torn. He cleared his throat briefly, and shrugged.

I like being near my parents. And this place is pretty cool. But I miss the rest of 'em. Gramma—er, your mom, and Rue 'n' your sisters. It's just not the same without everyone here.