Duck Lake god loves you, but not enough to save you

screechy little chuckle as she retreated from the offended, worm-tainted mudgirl.

we think is you needing help, gjørmkvinne. mockery on her lips. her paws carried her further back than would be needed for mannerful talk, until she blended with the dark again, a pair of crimson eyes and a sharp shape rimmed with silverlight. 

fish sleep now, don't you know?