Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27669385-20170105235307/@comment-27039035-20170112214802

"Shush," he said, placing a paw over her mouth. "No talking." Roscoe crouched in the bush with her, shielding the squirrel from view with a few leaves. Meanwhile, two scary (and smelly and flea-ridden) wolves walked by, jostling each other as they passed and whispering under their breaths about, well, nothing good. If Roscoe was caught giving the Omega extra food, they'd have his head on a stick before the day was over!

(ICY REPORT TO CHAT IMMEDIATELY I HAVE IDEAS!!!!!!!!! :D )