Larksong Grotto Gucci

Her smile fell. She stared at the man for a moment, her paws itching but rooted in their spot. The girl hesitated to answer, trying to find an appropriate response. She didn't want to tell him no, she couldn't let him down, but she just wasn't sure she was right for that amount of responsibility. She let out a breathe, realizing she had been holding it for so long.

"Reek..." she muttered, her eyes pools of sunsets, resting squarely on his. "Do you know why I left the Ridge to follow you?" she asked, shuffling through her head to figure out what she wanted to say-- was this good for her? She was not sure.