Visting the *Achoo* Healer

◆ya know , you dont really have to, if you like to have a logical timeline. Im just commin up with different plots. Just entertainments sake. ◆



Ash had watched the belle burn out after he had taken a massive gasp for oxygen.
Jebus Chrysler, she was so...what was a word for it? Laughy? Prone to severe cases of laughter fixations?
Forget it.
Somnia had denned in under the pelts, and he only heard something like "Mine smashing pear."

Whut?...
Just let it happen, Ash. Don't ruin the chance of a chick sleepin in your massive basement.
Alright, chill.

Rising to his fours, the teen looked down at the slowly rising and falling mass of toasty furs, and he debated whether nosing the heap of wolf as a 'goodnight gesture' was a bit much on his part.
Nah,...save the sweet and saucy lovey dovey stuff for a conscious girl, dude. Isn't that like, rape orsomethin?....
Screw it.

He made his way to the den entrance, and called softly over his shoulder, "Sweet dreams, my little cheerleader. " before heading upstairs to go do wolf stuffs.