Hushed Willows “I Get Around” — The Beach Boys

Nephele watched as the russet coated young man fell back onto his back, stupified by the action, before slowly lowering her own haunches to the ground, grateful to take the opportunity to be off her leg for a moment.

Then Finley suggested eating and she was sold. She was already packed less densely than your average wolf. Involuntarily, her tail smacked the ground at the thought.

“I could eat. I could also go for a nap. ‘M pretty flexible.”