smashin' mics in karaoke bars
morgawr
Bard
12-29-2021, 06:12 PM
Well, Seer (sir) hadn't eaten her. He didn't eat her, and he actually... he wasn't that upset. He didn't use those big scary fangs to chomp her, and that was good. Hazel was glad. She and Bas had been punished, sure, but it wasn't that bad in the scheme of things. Hazel's freedom had been traded for being safe. In honesty? Sleep was coming easier, and rest was real. Her belly was full. Next meals were a guarantee. For the first time ever, Hazel was really and truly comfortable. Hazel took to exploring within the borders of the packlands. Her gaze was bright, alert. Slumped in one of the training rings was a training dummy-- toy! The girl's green eyes lit up, tail wagging. She surged forward, pouncing on the dummy. The red and pale girl's movements were powerful, doing her best to gather all of the potential energy in her back legs before springing forward. Again and again, she crouched and pounced. Afternoon sun shining around her, Hazel was really enjoying herself. |