The Sunspire You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along
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He'd guessed wrong, though he certainly didn't feel bad about it as Saena joked that she would make the perpetrator eat his or her own poop. Tambourine tittered, nearly as amused by that mental image as by the phrase "bag of dicks." But the noise quickly fell into silence and a markedly disappointed look drifted across his features when the she-wolf announced that she would be leaving.

Aww, he thought, eyes pinning on her as if hoping to memorize the way she looked. He didn't even notice the worsening rainfall and he had forgotten entirely about the scent of prey. Clinging to the hope that they would see each other again, he managed a cheerful, "Okay. See you later, Saena!"

She had welcomed him to stay and Tambourine definitely didn't want to seem rude. After she had slipped away into the dreary gloom—his eyes lingering until she vanished—Tambourine holed up nearby. He dreamed of pretty bob-tailed women and literal bags of dicks, though he remembered none of it when he awoke the following morning to continue his adventure.
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RE: You don't know how the words go, but you sort of sang along - by Tambourine - December 07, 2016, 09:07 AM