10-14-2018, 08:30 PM
"What he said," a partially-engrossed hound remarked, in regards to Axle’s nonchalant statement, as he approached the vibrantly painted femme. Guilt from his inactivity in Tanglewood’s ghost problem lingered in his esophagus; but it wasn’t his fault. It did not matter that Leroy didn’t aid in ridding the camp of vengeful spirits and whatnot, for he was out and about participating in equally as important deeds, like saving Axle’s ass, and informing Sunhaven of how shitty Tangle had become. No matter the truth, he felt bad about it and wanted to improve, and weekly tasks always helped.