Silver Moraine lover lay me down inside the garden soil

[font=cambria]Despite his own intention of drawing closer, King still stiffened when the woman surged forward and found a place from which she could easily leap upon him. He shifted uncomfortably, but did not otherwise protest her new position. She seemed friendly enough, despite the predatory glint in her eyes. (King began to wonder if she was very hungry - he hadn't had much luck with hunting yet in these lands.)

"No," he quickly denied, ears pricking at her question. Men didn't get lonely - that was for girls. Besides, he didn't want her to think him pathetic, or weak, or that he needed something from her. He could take care of himself, and he could last a few weeks in the wilderness without someone to keep him company.

But he was lonely.

"What's your name?" he asked her. And then, remembering his manners - "I'm King."