Bearclaw Valley one voice tells me that they laugh

her tongue smoothed over a pointy tooth in her mouth.

unsurprisingly the bone he had dropped held most of her possessive attention now. she might have attempted to quickly go for it if his question had not wormed its way into her focus.

dunno. she did know. she only struggled to understand how to say it all. how could she possible explain that everything had simply turned upside down one day and now nothing was right. would it ever go back in place again?

i — she was trying, which was more than usual. can i follow you? learn and stuff. something to keep her busy.