Re: Living Room
The growl stuttered and fell a few octaves, narrowed eyes falling closed as she leaned backwards into the scritchings. "Hrrrnnnn. Before that was Matron's orphanage. Little island, all busted stone... Garden takes in orphans, easy recruits, trains 'em and teaches 'em and sends 'em out to slaughter."
She managed to slit open one eye and stare at Allen. "What about you?"