Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170222205200/@comment-5583506-20170320235528

Deaphanie gasped, barely able to contain her excitement. She gently reached out for the little cub and held it out in front of her, looking just as ecstatic as a child on Christmas Eve.

"Well, hello there!" she whispered happily, carefully petting the little creature. She looked back at Duncan. "Thank you", she said. "No doubt there is going to be a pissed mother somewhere, but if I had lived my entire life in darkness..."

Which is funnily enough pretty accurate...

"... I would be pretty thankful to come out for some light."

She scratched the cub behind the ear. "I think Morty is a fitting name for such a little cutie like you."

Ward loosened the revolvers in his holsters at the sight of the man by the fire. "Quiet back there", he grumbled. "Someone's up ahead."