[And she just manages to catch it with Benedikta only half paying attention up until she does make the landing, and she's able to take it right out of her hands. She flops onto the table, rolling around with the mouse in between her teeth, tearing at it and kicking it with her feet as if it were a real prey and she were a large coeurl prepping its dinner.
She'll let her have it.]
You did have that wolf with you for some time, didn't you? Surely not as high maintenance as this one.
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She'll let her have it.]
You did have that wolf with you for some time, didn't you? Surely not as high maintenance as this one.