Board Thread:Animal Roleplay/@comment-27624831-20180629214245/@comment-34052734-20180701193011

Waiso attempted to squeak something out, but his throat was dry and perhaps bleeding, or maybe that was just his cracked lips. A faint metallic taste seeped in his mouth, no spit to wash it down. “A-are we th-there yeh-yet?” The poor lion has a stutter, but that wasn’t a problem until now.