Qeya River down by the walls of wapping

Ears leaned forward at the snort that left him. She had said what she had on purpose. Knowing that he would understand. Even as a child. His whole life had been nothing, but disruption. It upset her greatly. Granted it was the way of things at times.

Amalia's eyes lit up. I think you will enjoy it.

She got the musty odor around the same time he did. Ears hit atop her skull. Tail in a wide sweep. Lips curled back at the smell.

What would you like to do about them? Let them be or hunt them? They can cause issues in our caches? Or they may move on?