Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-27624831-20180717180555/@comment-34052734-20180717194359

The female snow leopard was curled up against Diesel, her fur a tacky mess. Alexis’s tail hung off the bed, flicking often and unraveling.

Ashley, the young Fennec Fox, was coiled up in an adorable little ball— a comfortable way for her sleeping position. She had a bubbly, cute snore.

Hope was wrapping up some homework for the night prior that would be due later on today for a summer class. She groaned. “This is never going to end.”

Francis awkwardly came back home from his part-time job as a valet man in a local hotel right down the road. He grunted, slinging his backpack against the floor by the table, and sliding into a seat. He grunted. Fortunately, for the rest of the week he would be off shift.

The tall coyote had been sleeping, hugging her pillow snuggly. Morgan was dreaming about a memory in her junior high years, causing her to change position because of the uncomfortable occurrence.