"Good choice," Cain chuckles, shedding with more difficulty on account of the weapons he still straps to his arms and legs and waist, even here. The boar trots over to investigate the water, but decides to trundle off again, showing the dogs around perhaps.
Cain allows himself to really relax only when he's seated and up to his neck in the water. "Tell us a story, darlin'."
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Date: 2016-09-11 01:29 am (UTC)Cain allows himself to really relax only when he's seated and up to his neck in the water. "Tell us a story, darlin'."