Whitebark Stream Linoleum aisles that I love to get lost in

Instead of being afraid of the thought of ghost territory, the female mocks his warning and slides up close.  Ukko doesn’t back down and instead pushes his shoulders back and lifts his head, letting a grin form at the corners of his features as he turns back to watch her.  She doesn’t stay near him for long, slipping by him to continue along her trek.  His ears swivel on his head and keeps an eye as she moves, careful to note her intent.  

“You’ll have to buy me dinner first,” he coos, pivoting on his back feet to sweep back around and cut her off.  His tail sways lazily back and forth.