Herbalists' Cache with my eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

Eshe chuckled at Masquerade's reply. "Well, I'm glad it was because you had the possum and not because something happened."

When they reclined and looked expectantly at the possum, her attention turned to the project before them. It was intimidating, to say the least, and she wasn't sure how to go about this. "Do you ... have any idea how we should do this?" Eshe sat and curled her tail around her forepaws a she closely examined the body. She glanced at its face and a shiver ran down her spine; it was brutal.