A Furry Problem

Silence, that's what the man next to her was met with. Pure silence. Dark eyes flitted over his features, and she exhaled under her breath. You're right... None of my family members are monsters, she snorted, and let herself fall backwards against the bed.

I guess you're allowed to feel what you want. But it's a terrible choice, I'm telling you. She played with his hand, idly. Come to me, tonight? Not as a dog, please. She tapped along the back of his hand, I don't... think that I love you. But I care about you and you shouldn't be lonely.

Even if she didn't like the filthy mabaris that roamed the castle corridors and streets.

@Byron Wulff