Tug
Pick a place to die where it's high and dry
A
nod was his only response, her eyes locked firmly on the dancers, and he hoped he hadn't offended her. That she wasn't the sort who offered only a greeting then wanted nothing from 'his sort' in return.He twitched his ears, flicking his tail in something between embarrassment, irritation, frustration and an attempt at friendliness, "My name is Tug, ma'am," he tucked his head to point at himself, "Might I have the pleasure of knowing yours?"
Tell 'em where you been
Pray that Hell or Heaven lets you in
