[Seeing Pickles in the distance, Timi quickly pulls her hood back over her face. Of course he'd be there now, when it was this hot out. Stupid hood. Stupid rules.]
Good afternoon, Sire. [She nodded, keeping the wolves on the leash from jumping on their master.]
Good aftahnoon… Um… Yeah. That.
[He recognizes the voice but can’t place this particular Klokateer’s number, let alone name.]














