Felltree Marsh buit

no.
he was right, yes, that was something she could do. something she probably should do; get out while she could, and yet;
he needs us, elodie whispers, gathering herself into a sit. her tail folds over her feet, and her eyes follow the natural curve of her own body. somet'ing tells me zat he does, at least. is zat crazy? to t'ink such a t'ing?
i mean, why do you stay? you are so... normal, she barks out a laugh. an' i get ze feeling zat his antics are not what you need in your life.