Ankyra Sound i'll get on all by myself

firefly's brand of humor was not unsavory to the sylph -- even if he felt abashed by his unintended oversharing of information, caiaphas was not -- she seemed wholly unperturbed, and if anything sported a smile that seemed to agree with him. her bladder was tired of working like an oversaddled mule -- it was time for them to pack elsewhere.

lazily, and very tiredly, she dragged her paws along the ground again - scuffling the snow between the last sequoia and the impenetrable fortress of brambles that marked the entrance of the tangle.

she turned back in time to hear the man sigh; there, he announced. she inspected the long gouges - some left by her, some by him, and nodded in affirmation. "food time." provided he followed her, she would show him the newest addition to their fresh cache - and later, they could return to the riveting duties of border patrol.