by Nebelung » Fri Nov 13, 2015 5:17 pm
Stormslant returned from a lone hunt, a squirrel clamped tightly in his jaws. He dropped it off at the freshkill pile and was about to head it again when he caught sight and scent of Fallenrose. He faced the Molly and greeted her with a gentle blink of his somewhat warm amber-copper gaze.
"Good morning, Fallenrose. Is there something you'd like me to do other than go out hunting alone? ...If not, I don't mind hunting. It clears the mind."
A small, pudgy brown tabby and white molly sat beneath her housefolk's vehicle. She breathed in the day scents and stretched, the bell and collar around her neck jingling softly.
she | adult who fails at adulting | engaged ♥