Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Chaska was at it again. He had found her scent. This time, he was planning a different approach. What kind of girl doesn't like a bit of story-telling? It would definitely show the kind of imagination he had, but really, it just came to him. As if he knew it before. Although, the fact he knew it before the accident didn't bother him at all.

Finally, he found her. Just lying there. Looking...lonely. "Well, now it's my time to give company" he thought to himself as he strut over to her, stopping a full body length from her. He remained standing, angling his head in a way that it looked like a smolder.

"What's got you down?" he asked, this time leaving out anything like 'dear', or 'honey'. Which was good. For his sake. "I think I have something to cheer you up."