Wildhart (wildshapes) wrote in mashup_drabbles, |
The redhead took those few moments while Weenie disappeared to commune with the critter some more. It seemed, more or less, willing to let coax her back down. Once she was on the ground, Rhiannon noticed the cage that was brought by the breathless blonde. "Oh," she said, eyebrows rising, "you weren't kidding about the crate." Then she laughed, throaty and full. "Can Dom actually fit in that thing?" It seemed... cramped.
She opted not to wait for an answer.
"Bait? Can't hurt but do you have anything sweet? Might make easier to put her in there," she gestured at the cage. "I'll take a chip or five, though." She was starved; she hadn't had lunch yet. "My cup runneth over but I don't mind. I'd love to find more fosters though." Hint, hint.