Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5543592-20150313033454

(Night, Laz.)

Perdix turned to look at her. Uh-oh, did he say something wrong? He didn't do that often. He scurried to his feet and hurried after her. Say something clever!

"Being a werewolf is like missing a leg." Said Perdix, trying to catch her attention again. Why did he bother? What suddenly made her so special? Why was he having conflicting inner-thoughts?