Emberflame Ridge Every face, every song.

I slid into your DMs. :)

Dude, Towhee countered, there’s plenty here for both of us, if we aren’t afraid of a little work. I’ll take the ass end, you take the head. Go on, scoot, she urged, flapping a paw in the face of any protest Rye might want to raise.

She settled down beside what remained of the caribou’s hindquarters, gnawing at the strips of meat clinging to the bones. It did take some time to extricate a meal’s worth, yet by the time an hour passed, Towhee felt like she’d filled the tank well enough.

I do need to get going, though I want you to think about what we talked about. Even if you don’t want to come live there—which I get, that’s totally fine—you’re more than welcome to drop by and visit me if you’re ever, y’know, bored or whatever.