Moonspear First Impressions

Harley couldn't help the blush that spread across his skin, looking down at his creamy paws. His interests did conflict with each other, that he knew, but it didn't really click just how odd it was. The wolfdog chuckled shyly, looking out over the land.
          "I suppose so, but it'll keep me pretty busy right? Ill always have something to talk about."
She asked about before the locusts, and he gave a smile. Sure he'd been here before, but not very long. The mountain had beckoned to him and called him home.
                     "Yeah, it was beautiful.  The entire reason I chose here to be."