Deepwood Weald i love to watch the castles burn, these golden ashes turn to dirt

It would turn out that she was not so good at the rebound. How long had it been since she'd been able to exchange snippets of witty banter? She is stunned into silence, jaw parted slightly before she remembers herself just as he runs himself along her and touches her face with his own.

Too bad I've got a whole pack that would come looking for me, she offers (this time more quiet than the last) as she focused on anything but him — the damp earth beneath them, the whispering canapy above. Could come visit though, I'm not sure exactly how kosher that is.

She began to follow him through the tangled web of the Weald and was almost awestruck at how easily he could maneuver through what she percieved as danger; a hunter and tracker he might be, but he might make a more exceptional scout.