Blackwater Islands The blood is rushing, but you're paralyzed

that bear. she pinned her ears back harder but soon sighed in resignation. bridget had been nothing but kind and forthcoming, answering all of mireille's questions in stride and not commenting in the least on her attitude. "only if you be joinin' me," she murmured, the sound of her voice edged in a growl.
she did not want to eat from the caches. the girl rose and stretched her slim limbs before she slouched off down along the beach in search of the sand castings that marked the entrance to the tunnels burrowed by clams.
mireille started to dig in one such area, looking up quietly toward bridget.