As Sawyer retreated back a step, Oleander came forward, lowering his head to scoop up not one but two of the bones. He looked ridiculous with both ends sticking out on either side of his muddied muzzle. A fleeting glance was sent Sharlee's way. Maybe if he kept his head low and his chin tucked, he could get away with it. Without even regarding the adults again, he made a brazen attempt to dart past her and away into the backwater woods...
{Exit.}
(This post was last modified: Mar 16, 2022, 12:33 AM by Oleander.)
OLEANDER | | Nobody gets me like you do I'm not the same, not after you |