diamonds come rolling out

She snorted when he said she looked like shit. She had gone out of her way to avoid catching sight of her own reflection. So when the gentle, familiar pressure pushed down on her head she only grumbled a minor complaint, noticing the way Otis was making himself comfortable on the large man’s hip with a smirk. "Don’eatm’possum..." she muttered out with a yawn, finally allowing herself to relax into the warmth of another wolf pressed over and against her. The familiar scent of home wrapping her up as her eyes drifted shut.

Hopefully nobody at the Armada was looking for her.

"speech".