Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

The golden warrior turned her regal head to look towards the voice, which belonged to a smaller frame. A beautiful girl, with eyes of sunlight. Jude’s fur began to bristle when the other climbed onto her rock beside her, but she saw no threat in her- other than a threat to her blissful solitude. However the more Jude looked at the other, the more she realized that she wouldn’t mind her company, Jude was a sucker for a beautiful face. It sucks, if that’s what you mean. She said, giving her milky white paws one final lick before tucking them under her chest and turning to the other.

Jude. You? She said, asking her new company’s name.