Barrow Fields get out somewhere other than me before

his consideration was shot full of holes by her musket of sass. Lycaon paused a beat, then shot his mother a silly look. "i can do that any old day." he dismissed her suggestion with a psshhhh and roll of his shoulderblades. his eyes slid away from her gaze, then snapped back with renewed impudence. "y'know though, i only have a few opportunities to watch you catch hares." his brow formed a daring crease.

oh, if he could manage to convince the roly-poly had-been siren into waddling after the aptly named harefooted creatures, his day would be made and fraught with endless amusement (or a well-deserved lacing into). he popped a seat next to her, smirking like he had put a frog in her canteen.