Arrow Lake hurts so good

From a greeting into an invitation had her chuff been turned, and soon after had the space between them shrunk. Caution was observed in the way that he moved, but she’d said nothing of it. The girl simply wore her usual, welcoming smile, its appearance far less impish than his own. And when he spoke, she’d done the same shortly after, her words having begun with a gentle, “Thank you.” Compliments on her appearance were still a new thing, but she’d grown more accustomed to hearing the kind words since having arrived within the Teekon Wilds.

Words such as gorgeous were not, however, a proper name. And so, “My name is Asterr,” was her next choice of words, accompanied by a slow dip of her head. “May I learn your name?” She could not see the wickedness of his grin as being worth raising concerns over. For now, he remained as an amicable being, incapable of posing to her a threat.