Like a Lost Astronaut
07-24-2014, 11:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-24-2014, 11:28 PM by Vendetta.)
It should've been obvious to her as well seeing as she was the experienced assassin here and skittish people often whipped their heads around. Thanks to her carelessness though, she got smacking in the face by the ofher's head. The larger wolf, took a step back, pressing a paw against her nose gingerly. "Nice to see you too," she barked sarcastically, though her tone wasn't harsh. She then moved her paw, glad to see there wasn't any blood on it. "How are you doing, Abby dear? Settling in well?" She began to wonder why she was so paranoid.. something in her past, maybe? Trauma? mobile "Speech" |
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