Bearclaw Valley what mysteries we are

i keep forgetting that this is like... 2mo OOF wanna wrap up?

and so it was there that the rook winged, promising to let herself preen for the time hereafter so as to not disgrace the presence of their behemoth and her future bruin rìgh.
daggermouth simper; laving bits of selfblood from lips  —  "i have several more to spare, of course."  perhaps she would become fair clubfoot, by the end of this moon or the next ...