<span style="font-weight: bold">Thumper</span><br/><br/>I sigh, somewhat regretfully, as my squirrelly pseudocompanion turns and leaves. I’d so been hoping that she’d be tonight’s bedmate, if not bellyfiller. Still, if Imelda pushes, at least it’ll be my belly she’ll be filling - and it’s not as if watching Yasha’s pert rump and fluffy tail sashay away is a hardship, exactly… and the elf-girl she rejoins is just as cute as she is…