Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190520040115/@comment-38036641-20190520042032

The Silver Fox was in corner, near the entrance, working on making some more weapons, rarely asking the Raccoon if he could briefly use the furnace, but he tended to not want to hang around anyone else.

The Monarch was laying on her stomach on a brightly colored couch, her legs moving back and forth as she watched the Silver Fox do his work, much to the annoyance of the latter.