[center][color=crimson][h1]Raechel Ann Corvin[/h1][/color]
[h3][color=crimson][b]Currently at:[/b][/color][color=coral]Studio Paws[/color]
[color=crimson][b]With:[/b][/color][color=coral]all the animals[/color][/h3]

[color=silver]Are sighed looking out the window as the snow poured down. There was no way she was making it home tonight nor would she have tried. If the shop lost power too many of the pets were cold blooded and would likely freeze if no one could get the generater on. [/color][color=coral]"Alright guys looks like we are in for a cold one and you know me I hate to cold so be good for me?"[/color][color=silver] she calls through the pens as she moves around with food and extra bedding.

Are only spares light glances at the door between caring for the animals and straight out playing and goofing off with them. This place is 24 hours so she didn't need to lock up be she really didn't think anyone would come in. Everyone else left after their shift and the others all called out for the weather. With one last glance at the door she climbed into the dog and pup pen and sat with a bag of tennis balls. Laughing and playing, being tackled, tugged, and licked. This was when she could rest her mind and ease her soul.[/color][/center]