Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160407212911

It was hardly a second later or the thrown boot found itself flying back into the house with Percival's arm to thank for it. Grumbling to himself he huffed, while ever so unlikely, he chose to stay with Dunnel skinning the bear instead of going back into the house full of feminine anger and pent up pheromones.

The Large Mouse placed the potato back in the hole she made, shifting the dirt back onto it. "Sorry potato." With the passage of a chill wind the mouse quickly darted into the house, since unlike others of her kind, she did not wear the common poofy cheese pants over her sleek outfit.

Azalea nodded to Alec. "Very well, I understand." With that she hesitantly walked back into the shack, fidgeting and wiggling to get her spacious and enticing equine hips to fit through the door and into a nice sitting place in the shack where she would not take up half the room.