08-08-2019, 06:57 PM
It was her turn to feed the baby. Vathmos had taken the early morning turn on this duty, as she was only awake at odd hours of the morning and the middle of the right. She had went to the mess hall, and after giving it some thought as to what to give the child, she settled on a squirrel. Vathmos snatched up the prey, heading to Rhea home and knocking on the door with her paw.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━