CH 93 - One Gullible Goose, p3
Big Jim ain't fucking around.
Big Jim ain't fucking around.
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Meike caught their first snowflake of the year days later, while on the road. Their hands were still sore from fending off boars and chopping wood. The sudden drop in weather did them no favors, either. It delayed their contact by several hours, and Cass was reluctant to set up
Oddly enough, the only one not enthused about the house was Vivica. The wolf refused to sleep in it or stay for long, and she kept worrying one spot in particular, pawing and growling at it. “Vivica, come back from there!” She padded over, head lowered, but lips still curled
Finally, the day was here! Meike was feeling refreshed and eager to head out, but there was something they had to do first... “Where’s the meat?” Pickles asked, side-eyeing the platter of roasted fish. While he was happier to have rabbit and other beasts of the land, Meike had