*Sighing for the lack of pockets Fern had, the answer should be very obvious. She obviously didn't look any gloomy than before either.*
No I don't. . .
(( upon realizing she had been noticed , she pouted , crossing her arms and turning away ..
GwOooRGgll ..
before her face erupted in a blush , turning back over to the smaller girl .. ))
h — huf .. a - any chance y’got’ny food .. ?
. . . If you stop thinking about turning me into wolf food and MAYBE I will be nicer, maybe.
Definitely won't as long as you're drooling over digesting me.
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w — well , maybe if you were nicer , I wouldn’t have to stuff you down my gullet and .. hhah .. feel your warm shape slowly melt away and into a nice , squishy belly for me to snuggle ..