by Forcing.Laughter » Sun Dec 08, 2013 8:47 am
wildheart grinned, his pelt plastered to his sides from the rain that was begining to ease, soon only changing to a light shower
"thats a pretty big squirrel" he observed
"well done" he purred stepping forwardsw to sniff at the prey
dovepool noticed rock leave, she couldnt help but feel a prick of concern
is rock alright?
"rock-" she began but he was already gone, she sighed, shaking her head
im sure he has his reasons
“To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”