THE SHOVEL BLADE ☆ invitation

[align=center]— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

The petite vixen nearly fell on her face, spotting an excitingly familiar face on the border.  Lately, Aine wandered about more morosely; avoiding the scary tigress and missing a certain jaguar.  Trying to make sense of the air.  Everything felt static charged now.  It's Jervis and the mean tigress' fault.

When she spotted a particular hybrid on the sand, her hazel hues lit like stars.  Only dimming when she scrambled up to meet him, realizing how long it had been and smelling a new place on him.  He left them.  Kydobi wasn't enough, Redvox had to go too.  In a less brutal manner perhaps but...

Aine scuffed the sand.  "Salut Mr. Vinny," she offered softly, ears flicking back shyly.

— I'll come back when you call me —