Flycatcher Downs You can tell

if the sheet of obliviousness had been any less opaque than it was, gun might've felt that she was being spoken to like she was a needy pup.

but as it was about the density of a tarp, there was a long, slack-jawed pause as gun processed what had been said.

then she lowered the hovering paw, flexed her jaw, and spat a mouthful off to the side.

...shit. the brute shrugged, deflating. no luck. uh. good luck. get- get 'etter. yeah.

she said, and did not move, continuing to look up at the she-wolf with a face that was near pleading. the folds of her chin quivered pathetically.

feel free to have calfuray take her exit <3