01-20-2024, 12:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-20-2024, 12:58 AM by Harley the Barbarian.)
Glancing to her side at Oriana, she smiled beneath the blood and grease, even as she pulled the dagger from the sheath at her hip, Thank you too much my friend, then her gaze moving to the bodies of the dead wolves, her lips curled into a wicked grin, I'm cold, their pelts, properly tanned will work nicely. Pulling herself to her feet, she set about skinning the mongrels.