09-11-2020, 12:40 AM
I GUESS THERE'S A LOT OF
[align=center]STUFF WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT EACHOTHER.
franklin t.p. — the typhoon — coyote pup
Quiet was the sandy coyote, soft whimpers leaving it as it prodded Michael's side. Searching for warmth, he began to whimper, headbutting to the best of his abilitry. Tiny paws dug at dark fur, as if trying to return to the warmth it had been torn from. Upset by the inability to return to the warm, the pup began to cry out, whimpers leaving them as they squirmed.