Shadowwyn Moor been on the low lately the feds hate me

"sure, red." but gun still had that smile on.

deeper down, where a heart beat stronger than the simple brain worked, she held a similar conviction. the red-eyed man was her boss, her gangmate, her side piece. gun liked to think he wouldn't be any of those if he were a weakling.

she got up, pausing a moment to scratch her neck with a hindleg. warm the ol' chain, else it glued to her skin.

"lead the hay, little." she barked, following after the girl of mismatched ears.

fade n tag me in another? them arriving to find the emberwood empty, or something else before that? :eyesemoji: