Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-28358106-20171026202752

(BT)  Tirush idly rakes her talons through her fur mantle, grooming herself more out of boredom than need. She pauses, a confused look on her face. Licking the air, she sniffs a few times, her eyes falling on Praetor.

She leans over and whiffs the air around him. She blinks.

"You smell of mutton."

She pauses, suddenly realizing that her statement may be strange at best, and insulting at worst. She gives Praetor a sagacious nod.

"This is not a bad thing.  Mutton is my favorite meal."

She straightens back up and faces forward again with a look of satisfaction.