Emberwood i cry a lot, but i am so productive - it's an art

gun had the dumb, happy expression of one oblivious to the attempts of a woman trying to excuse herself from the presence of a far too forward and friendly stranger.

took a bit to register scar-eye was leaving, gun following her with her whole head until, maybe ten steps past her, the brain faculties caught up to current time.

ey- ey hher'ja goin', girl? the dog barked, tail still wagging. no reply. 

still, a mushy brain's fertilizer for baseless hope.

ey, i got hhore to tell! ey! i ran 'ith gangsh, i kicked assh!

gun jumped and bowed, but the wolf never turned.

i tell you all ahhout it nexsht ti', okay?

her grin and bark went into the trees.

shee you around, hretty girl!