we can't giggle, it's a crime scene

After a moment Verity spoke up again, and Kite had hopes that she had found somewhere appropriately dark. She took a few steps after the faceless voice, and then almost walked into her when she stopped suddenly. “Do I look like I need help?” she asked, her voice growing a little sharp, before she relaxed it again. She didn’t like to need assistance, but Verity didn’t know that. “I just want somewhere dark” she added, her voice a little apologetic.

They reached the tree and Lioness helped guide her in. The cat looked around carefully, and then tapped Kite’s paw. Giving her confirmation that it should be dark enough. Kite carefully nudged her blindfold up to her forehead, looking about for the stranger “Oh, I love your pretty green markings” she said, turning the full impact of her crystal eyes to the other pup.


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