12-15-2017, 04:30 AM
Squeaks was happy that the fox anthro was in his right mind again. He really didn't need a drugged out person knocking over the makeshift hearth and setting all his worldly possessions on fire. "Water?" he said, offering a gallon jug, "It is clean, we get it from the hose outlet on the side of the building." "So, how did you wind up drugged out in an alley, if you remember. And where do you live?" asked Squeaks, as his hand gently rubbed his pregnant belly. He wanted to make sure Bermese knew that he was pregnant, Squeaks had being pregnant tended to elicit a good deal of sympathy.
He was curious to find out where the stranger came from, and more importantly, how to collect any potential reward for his return. Also, he wanted to what kind of food to offer Bermese. If he was a lost pet from the suburbs, he might take offense to dried-out stale trash-bread and cat-jerky, but if he was just a drug-using feral, he didn't want to waste the barely expired crackers.
He was curious to find out where the stranger came from, and more importantly, how to collect any potential reward for his return. Also, he wanted to what kind of food to offer Bermese. If he was a lost pet from the suburbs, he might take offense to dried-out stale trash-bread and cat-jerky, but if he was just a drug-using feral, he didn't want to waste the barely expired crackers.