Panther Park Long and hard

It was rare for her to feel true anger, her ability to remain calm often capable of suppressing the emotion with ease. Yet there was already a fire within her, and the truth being shared only fed the flame. She did not blame him for having not told her, but she did blame the liar herself. No matter from where one came or lived, their actions were influenced by their own choices. It was for that very reason that she'd offered a slow shake of her head. "You should not have needed to tell me," she'd said. She shouldn't have expected the best from a stranger, there should have been some doubt in her towards the unknown. There had not been, though, and she'd no one to blame for that but herself. When a warning was issued, she'd taken it to heart, too. Mentally, a note had been made to beware all others that carried his scent, for they could be trouble. "I will not draw near to your home—I do not wish to." The dark forest did not interest her, and so only ever would she near it if in need of passing it.

The dragoness had remained still until he'd pulled away, her head having then shifted a mere inch or two while she'd watched him. As he'd settled himself, she'd kept quiet, considering her options so that she might possibly locate the best. "Would you prefer it if I came back at another time?" asked the girl, wondering what he thought. "I do not want to cause discomfort." Not when it was so often that she tended to take it away.