First Run - The First Half
"_ _"don' remin' me!"_ the other end of the line snapped, but instantly calmed down. _"don't fret o'er it storm. if he ain't no good, we'll find 'nother'un to try."_ _"do you even think there are any others?
Christmas at the Raven's
The tongue that pushed into him was thick and almost squishy in nature, remining him of the gel that had first encased him, and as it explored every inch of his mouth it felt like it was stretching his muzzle out.