"Yeah, I don't think you're violent," Scylla began, his ears giving a forward twitch. "You were just hungry. Everyone gets cranky when they're hungry, and we don't have the luxury of grazing on grass like the sheep." As hungry as he was, Scylla made sure to leave his guests plenty of food. And he could always bring the sheep back in early. His mamas would understand, surely.
Max was content to settle between him and Jenna, his long tail swishing back and forth happily as he repeatedly nosed the girl for pets.
"I'm sure Mama Mary will put both of you to work," he said with a chuckle. "We have cows to milk, cheese to make, chickens to feed, uuuuum." A pause. "And Mama Mae will appreciate some help in the kitchen. And if working with animals isn't your thing, there's always repairs to be made around the barn before winter." Scylla took a large bite of his apple, nearly choking it down. "We don't have a lot, but everyone in the village is nice folk."
Max was content to settle between him and Jenna, his long tail swishing back and forth happily as he repeatedly nosed the girl for pets.
"I'm sure Mama Mary will put both of you to work," he said with a chuckle. "We have cows to milk, cheese to make, chickens to feed, uuuuum." A pause. "And Mama Mae will appreciate some help in the kitchen. And if working with animals isn't your thing, there's always repairs to be made around the barn before winter." Scylla took a large bite of his apple, nearly choking it down. "We don't have a lot, but everyone in the village is nice folk."
