what a way to go -- private // stocking

So she was settling in well enough. That was good, she was getting accustomed to this place better than herself had, took a good while to assimilate into clan life. Being alone for so long killed your social skills, it was like one, drawn out team building exercise but she was the only one aware of it.

Arrow snorted softly at Stocking's first response, shaking her head at the thought. A medal. A medal for being a little shit, now that was something she could win in no time at all. "Glad to hear it. A pet all in your house's ass crack, eh? Kinky. Hell yeah I wanna see." Sounded interesting, which wasn't something she could say about just anything. She felt kinda honored that they would allow her to see this stinky little stowaway, even if she shouldn't have.