Herbalists' Cache I can't stop for long to study you

her wrinkled brows rose when scumeyes spun around hightailed, but on her face was amusement. it stretched itself into a half-smile, as she watched the she-wolf wrack her brains for the memories of an incredibly exotic and natural beauty oozing pure machismo and saliva.

ps: how diesel sees herself

"hello...!" diesel barked back, meaty tail slapping the tree she was against. as expected, the mastiff blanked when it came to remembering scumeye's legal name.

"how you heen? any luck in the hilds?" she approached the other female with a bouncy swagger, intending to take in a good deep sniff as supplementary information.