“Oh honey, I'm home,” Cassidy drawled as she pushed the garden gate open with her shoulder. She held a bright yellow sign clutched in her claws and had been keeping a tight grip on it since she had left the dusty grounds of the canyons. It was a simple triangle shape with a fun spiral snake in the middle, a perfect kitschy gift for her dear mate. Kaiwi liked all sorts of strange tat, he hung up everything she brought him from old signs to rusted chains, they took pride of place on his apa...