Golden Glade rien pour l'instant

rip me

feel free to beat her up if she's being too much of a jerk

It all escalated within a few moments. After Orson's chuff, the dark woman jumped in surprise, seeming almost ready for an attack. She looked rather silly given the stick that was wedged firmly in her mouth, so Orson chuckled. Hallo the— Just as she began to speak, another woman, older, round, and almost ready to pop out her spawn, came to the protection of the young woman. She shook her head and took a step back. I was bein' amiable, ma'am, tae yer daughter, she said, looking pointedly at the wolf. She now recognized the pure childishness of her — how the brown wolf moved closer to the plump matron for protection. I mean, I can kin yer hostility, given yer condition. She gestured pointedly then to the woman's round sides.