TENSIONS RUN HIGH -- catch the flag w/ tanglewood

You spoke of roses- all I feel are thorns ・°☆ } ——— [size=10pt]info

[b]"Can there be... obstacles, of a sort?" Elon asks as she approaches, sounding somewhat innocent at first but she just can't help that shit-eating grin spouting on her face. "Nothing fatal of course." The white domestic dips her paw down, looking all coy about it but boy is she cooking up some useful traps. She remembers creating a few with her friend back in the woods she used to reside in. Some just for fun, like dunking leaves on her mentor when she came in (not a good idea in retrospect) to more dangerous ones, like for hunting. Basically, she's more then proficient at it, yet that's when she had this wonderful thing she misses so much - opposable thumbs. "But I'd need some help setting them..." An open invitation perhaps or maybe, most likely, a bribe for Church. Who can truly know. She just feels like, in this form, she's not going to get very far without some ingenuity.