Pouchy
Chester could feel kent fall asleep, the whole frame of the womble going limp in his pouch. the soft, cute snoring of the womble also reached his ears shortly after, making him just grin.
Offering
It was an orgy of food for the womble, and he ate it all up. he didn't have much choice, with the offerings mostly just being pressed to his muzzle by those bringing them, but the womble didn't mind.
Rough Riders
--rough riders-- by jacob womble i smiled as i looked into the mirror, brushing my hair back. neon would be here soon. he always liked my hair long. he said it made me look even more beautiful then i already was.