Shiverbelly
His muzzle flattened out, but said nothing, and let her leave, only replying silently and only in his mind with, At least take care and groom the stinky clumps of muck clinging to your skin that you call fur, lowlife. Of course, this was far too harsh for an out in the open reply. Noticing the student, his alpha mode state vanished instantly. "O-oh! Hello, Rosepaw..."
(See this ship)
(It stood in my hands)
(And I crushed it)
(Into something better)










