Porcupine Ridge Blackbird song

sorry evil bad word alert

The wretch looked pleased with herself. Flicked a tattered ear in greeting and was bounding on four legs once more; any semblence of tiredness cast aside.

Now this meant very little, she was going to utterly pass the fuck out when she got to the den, no questions about it. Agh! And she hadn't even got the moss she'd promised for it. Cold hard stone it was. She could convince someone to be a pillow, or perhaps a full bed, surely.

Found 'im in the forest She'd remark as if she were showing off a new car, sliding casually along the front of the daunting man of obsidian. Touch touch touch. I'm sure he can do things, not sure what things! But things definitely.

She looked to Lorcan to introduce himself, add on to her vague description of his usefulness to the ridge. Like they'd turn him away, regardless. Envy moved to the side, settled herself back on her haunches, paws tucked neatly at the base, idly lifting, dropping, lifting, dropping.

Can't sit still.