and let me breath [o, lost]

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

The jungle was a place Dante was rather comfortable with, compared to the desert. The hybrid much preferred the jungle due to it possibly having a source of water rather than the damn desert, so it wasn't much of a surprise that the Strong Arm was here. However, what he did not like was an intruder, and the scent of an unfamiliar group made his lips curl in a snarl as he followed the smell. "You two are absolutely pathetic." Dante hissed towards Cosette and Valkyr - who wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, but that was a matter to attend to later - as he quickly rushed forward, aiming to bowl himself into ZIMAVICH. Of course, there was a massive size difference between them, due to Dante being part-domestic feline.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛

#psychosocial.