Lion Head Mesa asilifelis

Her answer, a half hearted shrug, was as dismissive as they came. Her half-lidded gaze watched the man settle beside her, stiff and unsettled, and she felt her lips twitch over her teeth in a smile.

Got it, didn’t ya. Smart cookie. How’d you guess, is it because I’m a big gal, or because we’re in the barracks? Her brow arched, raising one paw to flap up and down at the man.

Well, Izaiah, adopting lofty tone in a similar manner as his own to say his name, let me guess, you’re a healer of some kind. They’re the only ones who care how much I drink.