Fox's Glade frog's leg soup

gotta do errythin' myself, nhehh, she inhaled through phlegm and trundled on, swinging her head to find the stranger. they were partially exposed now and staring in the direction of Magda, who took on a more prominent scowl and let the fur of her haunches and tail to puff out.

there y'are. what? cat got yer tongue?

maybe they were touched. magnolia gave a cursory sniff and found no sign of illness, weakness, or others. odd. a little old to disperse, weren't they? ya hungry?