12-11-2020, 07:40 PM
? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —
Jamie was curious. Of course, he had his dearly loved plaid, but it wasn't very warm and winter was hitting hard. As he approached, the fox would tilt his head. "Cloaks? They're a mighty beauty. Mind if I look at one?" the Scot inquired, his eyes locked on what appeared to be a black cloak made of some sort of bear fur.
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