Laying Low
Zuma sighed a bit, putting the last of her laundry into the washer. She stood up from her basket as she closed the door and looked around. A laundromat was not ideal, but it was the best she could do right now. The black-footed cat stretched idly,...
Hip Envy
A curvy, feminine deer with one broken antler hip-swayed his way into the pub. His eyes darted around the space, appraising its contents and approving of generally the people he was used to seeing in this place. He approached the bar and sat down with...