Feb 26, 2018
@tierblut // wanted a starter! < 3
“I don’t deal with gangs.” She did once, not any more. They never seemed to make appropriate or trustworthy pack material, especially not the human ones. Moby strode toward him from the back of the alley in casual stride, short black claws dragging against the brick. “I’ve been here a couple weeks, but if you gotta ask anybody on the street anything, you come to me first.” The homeless men and women who took shelter beneath canopies, card board and short sills needed no more trouble than what they dealt with already.
