Fine...

Georgia sighed. As much as she really didn't want to, it seemed this crazy weasel wasn't going to take no for an answer. Especially when she was giving her those puppy eyes.

"Fine,” she grumbled, “But don't blame me if you get eaten."

Tex let out a happy squeak and scrambled onto her back, her tiny paws clinging to her thick mane. Georgia started walking, a strange mix of annoyance and curiosity swirling in her gut. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of strange force had possessed Tex, and how to bring her back... But for now, she's hungry.