i sold your rope for a bucket of lemon peel, now suck it

thanks threading with me!! however short and sweet their encounter was :)

after shuffling about and being hauled into what he likened to communion, oddleif was, to some extent, feeling brisk and functional enough to stomach daybreak.

rhythm must have understood his asocial bent to some degree, and made graciously to depart. the sunhued wolf would not plead for the reconsideration of her decision, and he let her walk quietly away, hearkening to with a tilted ear her revelation of the plans scheduled for herself –– adventure.

oddleif was not so inclined to indulge in the spontaneity of such enterprises, but he gave her a plain smile and turned away from her retreating form, setting off himself for whatever circumstances befell him that day.