1/11/2025, 11:37 PM
There was a tiny, tiny tan creature at her feet; one with green eyes and a curled tail - one not so unlike the one she’d lost. Her eyes of honey watched him curiously, triangular ears flickering with the wing, flickering harder when he spoke.
I’m Cirilla,the dog whined softly, looking back over his figure; the way his ribs and spine could so easily be seen - wasting time to hunt when there was still good food to be eaten in their caches suddenly didn’t feel so important anymore. She felt the desire to pocket him and show him the way to their caches.
and what’s your name, little angel?
