Like big balls of yarn [Seasonal Event]

Quite playing with your food. He could have predicted that she was going to say that, and despite how corny it was, if he could have grinned he would have. And broadly. With a deep rumbling roar, Remi verbally agreed as best he could and trotted after Vai. The few pumpkins that came across their path were dispensed in a fairly peculiar way by the lion: he licked them to death. Having discovered this aspect of his new body while cleaning some of the blood off of his paws in the pit, his tongue was actually quite rough, but not only that, almost barbed. The flesh of the gourds didn't stand a chance as Remi flayed them to ribbons in a matter of licks. As the fields began to bleed away into the woodlands, Remi noticed something moving out of the corner of his gaze. His lion's eyes were sharp, but they weren't so keenly attracted to movement the way his hawk-eyes were, and he found himself scanning the dense trees uncertainly for several moments. His tail lashed behind his body irritatedly as his amber eyes scoured the trees for movement. And then he saw it. Not it. Her. With a throaty growl the big cat tensed dramatically, predatory eyes growing large and black. Though it was daylight, he could see her clearly now: his mother holding a lantern, unnaturally covered in shadow. remi sometimes love is war but sometimes you win