12-23-2020, 02:02 PM
? TO FREEDOM AND WHISKEY —
Jamie watched the wheels turn in her brain, holding a smile upon his face. As she finally announced what game he would like to play, the fox would nod enthusiastically, allowing her to tap him with her paw. It had been a while since he'd played this game, but the rules were simple enough for him to recall with a sort of ease. The male gave her a small head start, allowing half a minute for her to run before he trotted off after her, tail waving behind him.
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