Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20180113024503/@comment-31595069-20180121203501

“Sorry, I have a different kind of milk in mind.” Abigail grinned before drinking her juice.

“I’m gonna force you to mate!” The werewolf stated as she pounced again.

As Riftvus looked around, all he located were rocks, sticks and flowers. Soon enough he hear someone whistle. “Hey, come on we are going.”