Ankyra Sound gatorwine

Recoiling swiftly to avoid a paw to the face, Yura dropped her chin and stuck her tongue out at Sobeille. "You're the one that smells like old milk." Though the aroma that wafted through the grotto was more pleasant than the moongirl would admit; perhaps that was the one thing stopping Sobeille from turning on the little suckers.

At her friend's offer, her voice dipped to a gentler sombre. "Sure - I mean - if that's not too much to ask." By the looks of things, they had taken a toll on the young mother and although they had raised the orphans together, these pups were different. They were Sobeille's own flesh and blood, and Yura was still trying to decide her place among them.

But Sobeille was already disappearing into the tunnel, and Yura, hard pressed to miss out on such invitation, followed curiously behind. "The poor thing missed the sea," she snorted. "I doubt she would enjoy a cavern."