Bite-Size Luna
No idea what happens when it’s full, but so far there’s enough for a very delicious steak dinner.
Richard, or Dick as I annoyingly call him, is twenty-four, six feet tall, more lean than bulky, has short mouse brown hair with a gentle curl to it, scruffy beard, murky blue eyes and if you ask me, a somewhat rectangular head. I don’t mean that as an insult, but I do imagine if I found a large enough cookie jar I could shove his head inside.
“Why do you keep needing bones reset?” Asks the Alpha with a tone of concern.