Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25113070-20160306112250/@comment-5426290-20160320181744

Percival sat in place with his hands still shaking a bit, and with the tiniest tear in his eyes shot up. "W-what the hell do you mean a tiny one?! It nearly clawed my face off., I was sca.." He stopped mid-sentence and huffed. "I was just slightly intimidated, one week I'm snoozing in my bed and the next a bear is trying to claw me." He let go of the knife and looked over the bear. "How will you get this fuzzy thing back to the farm?"

Dunnel looked up with an amused smile. "Oh, sorry about that. But you must have been a rascal back then for your old man, weren't you?"

With lots of effort Clair whined as she dragged the large kettle out of the barn, wiggling her behind at the effort.