Otatso Wetlands Fisher's bite

it took such focus to keep her hips swinging as she led, that gun needed a bit to register something was asked.

she nearly stumbled over her own paws, but righted herself and gave tall dark and handsome an approximate of a coy look over her broad shoulders.

hehe, yeeeash, i don't go hhar. she tossed her ears forward, continuing to lead them deeper into the wetlands - into muck and slow water.

one ti', i shaw a deer get itsh head shtuck in hhra-- in hhr-- ... thorn huhsh. killed it sho eashy. good eatin'.

leading them now, confidently, straight into a deepening pond, gun continued to try and swing her hips. not an alluring sight.

they shtill co' around, and e'en i' they don't, there's, there'sh uh- it'sh- it'sh like, like, 'ig ratsh, and they sh'im and they 'uild dens and 'ave 'uge tailsh. you know 'at i hhean. gun paused to tap her paw on the surface of the water, mimicking.

sho yeah it'sh gon' 'e deer or that today. hhihhty -hhihhty.