Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-28358106-20171007032950

(Hound) Suddenly, Marcus hears a voice, rich and feminine, but with a mocking edge, calling out to him.

"What is this? My, my!  The Hunt allows mere striplings to compete, when they are best left in the care of their wives' strong arms?  You'll catch your death of cold, boy, yes, if you walk about that way!"

He sees Tirush some short distance away, waiting her turn at the back of the line. She grins a sharp grin behind a raised claw, as she chuckles at him good-naturedly.