Quinton Jasevelle
Quinton's ear twitched at her comment, barring his teeth for a quick moment before pulling his lips back over them. As she left, he slid off from he couch to look at what she had brought him, sniffing it before taking a bite. It wasn't bad, but he'd kill for some human food, not that she could possibly know that. He lapped at the water before walking towards the window, checking to see if it was still raining. While it was, it was far less so than earlier. The canine glanced back at her as she put on music, his ears swiveling. How the hell had he gotten into this mess?










