It was good to be out of her master's hair for a while, her fur showing the ware and tear of an OCD outburst - everything super clean and almost shining off the sunlight, slick with darkness. Shaking herself a few times, she let her fur fall which way it truly wanted to.
She really did appreciate Kearn, for what he did to keep a roof over her head, but sometimes it just went too far. Breathing in the air, she gave a long-winded sigh, just enjoying the afternoon by herself. It was good like this.
