Callum
This is a black market reformation
Blink hares, for one, Callum offers. They're a bit tricky, but satisfying. There's a couple over to the west. He thinks of the fat piebald creatures and their uncanny ability to dodge just when they're about to become dinner. He's been tricked by them a few times, and he's always eager to even the score.
He hops to the edge of the wellhouse roof, peering down at the tide jaguar through golden eyes. She seems perfectly capable of holding her own, but he's encountered very few with the sort of bubbly (albeit slightly airheaded) personality that she possesses, and it intrigues him to find that alongside a deadly ability. I'm Callum, by the way.
He hops to the edge of the wellhouse roof, peering down at the tide jaguar through golden eyes. She seems perfectly capable of holding her own, but he's encountered very few with the sort of bubbly (albeit slightly airheaded) personality that she possesses, and it intrigues him to find that alongside a deadly ability. I'm Callum, by the way.
Keep your lips closed
