Barrow Fields cold day in hell

Heah seemed a fun soul, getting past the whole “my lady” deal. Win licked at her mouth, trying to glean every scrap of meat from her screwball whiskers.

She caught her tongue on the way back in, letting it dangle between a canine and a molar as she stared for a moment too long, before speaking.

Oh, don’t hit me with that “my lady” shit. Formalities make me gag. Her tail stirred, curving up for just a moment.

I’m Win. What brings ya out here Heph?