breath of fresh air through smoke rings

“You don’t mind me borrowing some of your beeswax and stuff?” he clarified as his new friend gave an explanation on how to do it. She reached back to the buffet table and snuck out a knife. He giggled and took it, and put it back in her paw again.

He reached down and pulled his own knife out of the bracer around his forepaw. “This will work, right?” he suggested, going ahead and testing it by pressing it against the edge of the feather in an attempt to sharpen it. “Like this?” he asked, wondering if she would demonstrate on her own feather.


"Wylan Fatalis"