Noctisardor Bypass shotgun shuts his cakehole

"Maybe," she murmured noncommittally, setting aside her introspection on the subject. "In the meantime, you know what might make you feel better? Killing something." A smirk slowly wound onto her muzzle. "Let's hunt."

She nudged her shoulder into his, then slipped past him, bumping his hip too as she began to walk deeper into the bypass. She didn't go more than a few feet before her head dropped to the leaf litter, sniffing around for any promising scents.