Flycatcher Downs [m] You can tell

you could sure hear how happy she was in the jangle of her chain.

gun strutted down the field, the raven proudly lifted in her maw. was a bitch to catch it, but she was one too, and now the brute was eager to find herself a scenic spot to sit and chow down.

meal in mouth, face lifted, she was obliviously to her surroundings, and gave no shits for the noise she was making.