Grouse Thicket A distant heartache

Well, that is… unexpected, to say the least.

Jean-Pierre makes a confused noise that eases into a hum, partly attempting to soothe the obvious ruffled feathers. Whatever “death pit” meant held bad blood for Valentine. He continues his grooming, gentle in areas while nipping a bit where the knots were tough.

“Fortunately still kicking and swearing though,” he teases lightly in between licks and bites. “How did you escape?”