Toad's floppy ears pricked, mouth gaping into a tongue-lolling grin.
Yeah!
She angled herself roughly into the shape of a play-bow, barking high-pitched joy at the wobbly little pups that appeared from the pile to greet her. They were smaller than her siblings, but having someone new to maybe chase and wrestle with — who could pass that up!
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.

