KILLIAN
The two chicken chaser club for the coolest sk8ters members attuned quickly dug a shallow gully, big enough for Killian to slip under. Killian stepped back to look at their getaway tunnel, then his sunny gaze shifted to Ianto. If cheetah’s could wiggle their eyebrows, Kiki did, and replied, Cheers. With that, the fox wriggled his way under the fence, Kiki followed suit, emerging on the other side and letting the chaos ensue.It was a mixture of feathers, and dust, and maybe even a little yolk, birds flapping and squawking like there was no tomorrow. Killian set his sights on a brown hen, who had clucked her way towards the hole they’d made. He made swift work of running to her, and after a few seconds of scuffle she was hanging limply in his jaws. He turned to look for Ianto, to see how the fox was faring.
whatever and ever, amen
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again
