Snippet #2757092

Flynn's toe-claws clacked their way over to Jennifer two eternally curious lime fluffballs sticking out her backpack. The stiff fur making tight fuzzy cones from the backpack flap where pairs of mismatched eyes looked around. Buried within the lime one slit eyed like their mother the other round very much like Jennifer's. Flynn herself, old enough for hunter's sight, had either eyeshine nor an iris at the moment.

Flynn's crest fluffed upward showing a cobalt underlayer and a clack of her jaw full of black teeth, "No bodies. No stupid thief ignore ruins and big door."

She bent down head flat her tail balancing her out huffing at the floor to see if there's dead things about. A similar high pitched sniffing mimicked from the safety of her backpack.