by Nialler. » Sat Aug 04, 2012 6:28 pm
Milly laughed slightly. "I'm Milly." she said. She sat down. "You look hurt" she said, before padding over and licking his wounds.
Squirrel laughed. "Yeah!" she said, sounding like a pet. She came into the den. Squirrel stopped and scratched at the collar. "Your pups are going good Cherie" she said.
(Wolves do that to eachother even if not together)
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My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships, drifting, weightless, waves try to break it.