Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

Mahler took her invitation, eating more quickly than he might have otherwise. Wylla spent the time grooming her chest and stretching languidly in the snow. When he was almost done, she vaguely pointed a white paw in his direction and heaved an exaggerated sigh. Hurry up, she whined, baring a single fang in a teasing simper before rolling onto her belly and pushing herself to her feet.

Le's go, she bid, sweeping a forepaw through the snow and sending a shower of snow in his direction between poking out her tongue, blowing a crude raspberry, and fleeing to the borders with a cackle.