[down the left side of the page, a long panel depicts white pairs of teeth emerge from the cover of the trees. snow and icey bite marks litter the trunks of the dead redwood.]
[lick looks at dusty, a little tense but softening, ears back.]
[they avert their gaze, seeming sheepish.
lick: "... sorry."]
[lick turns their head back toward dusty, eyes still averted.
lick: "... i'm not wrong about you being hot air, though."]
[dusty is smiling disarmingly.
dusty: "well, being tangible seems like a real downer."]
[down the left side of the page, a long panel depicts white pairs of teeth emerge from the cover of the trees. snow and icey bite marks litter the trunks of the dead redwood.]
[lick looks at dusty, a little tense but softening, ears back.]
[they avert their gaze, seeming sheepish.
lick: "... sorry."]
[lick turns their head back toward dusty, eyes still averted.
lick: "... i'm not wrong about you being hot air, though."]
[dusty is smiling disarmingly.
dusty: "well, being tangible seems like a real downer."]