escape- roxie

To say that life in the Typhoon was rough was.. probably an overstatement. Considering what the doberman had been through as a doecat, as a human- this was.. minor. But the pain of relationships was always disheartening, not to mention the stress of the Pitt trying to rediscover herself. But there was new.. new opportunities about. Yes, Sam decided that was the word, her ears twitching as the male-bodied doberman trotted with a tiny basket towards Goldie's Aunt's house. She knew that tussling children was hard between two to three people, but with Rox being pretty much on her own, especially with kids that popped up and ran away..

Sam shook her head. Bad Sammy. Bad thoughts.

She settled down the basket, raising one hand and taptaptapping at the door to get Roxie's attention. She, if she cared to, could catch the scent of fresh baked bread and some fish. She didn't really know the other woman's diet, but she at least knew food was always a good peace offering. That was to Sam, of course. Sam sighed, shuffling her paw for a moment. She knew that despite the fact they hadn't talked or spent much time around eachother, perhaps it was. She looked up at the door, hoping she was home. Oh, man, that'd be awkward.

[member=901]ROXANNE R.[/member]

"SPEECH"

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