Rhiannon
Rhiannon was dressed for the weather in layers of Halo-made garments built for the Deepfrost chill; as such, she was perfectly content as they made their way across the frigid tundra and into the Greenwing. Once there, she hopped from the sled and followed Deimos and Sah to the nearby trees. ”We could fill the sled,” she suggested, studying the evergreen boughs. ”Or is that too many?”
Deciding that her ursur form might be more well-suited to the task, she shifted, then selected a bough that was within her reach and began to scratch and gnaw at it with tooth and claw. Hopefully she would avoid any splinters in her gums.
Deciding that her ursur form might be more well-suited to the task, she shifted, then selected a bough that was within her reach and began to scratch and gnaw at it with tooth and claw. Hopefully she would avoid any splinters in her gums.
No one likes a mad woman
What a shame she went mad
What a shame she went mad
