Chilchuck squinted down a the fox and then back at Shepard--and he was too tipsy not to be a little obvious about it. The fox's fur was the same shade of red as her hair.
"...Maridew." Chilchuck slugged back another mouthful of ale. "If you're gonna put me on the spot, she's getting a Half-foot name."
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Date: 2025-01-27 06:49 am (UTC)"...Maridew." Chilchuck slugged back another mouthful of ale. "If you're gonna put me on the spot, she's getting a Half-foot name."