Lost Creek Hollow supuesto

his underside was cloaked with a thick layer of snowy muck from his digging.

and so he turned out without an ounce of grace or charm. looking every bit as feral as he occasionally acted. it was no secret he was not a social butterfly.

no. but his voice was still warm. i don't do that. the whole...sparring fighting thing. not me. a soft shrug of his shoulders.

but there are plants that will do the work for me, you know.