Blackfoot Forest love can be a liar

the swarthy female's fur gradually began to raise as she told her story, possibly for a fellow girl— and when crëyr concluded it, she instantly demanded his name.

the grayscale girl rolled a troubled slim shoulder. "i have no idea! i'm glad he doesn't know my name, because if he did he might have went around asking for me. but i'm sure females are to him disposable toys..." her normally mild eyes hardened. "and you know what the sickest thing is? i think he's old enough to be my grandfather?!"

she sat, curling her fluffy silver tail around her paws. "and he also took the five foxes, so no feast back home."