Silver Creek the sword of martin the warrior

Spring was quick and to the point, something Casmir appreciated. and in the next moment, he relaxed, something untangling deep within him. Saena was correct, but he would not try to rip Silver Creek from Spring, not when she offered him leadership on a damn silver platter. a wide smile broke across his face. "yeah, Spring. dude .... that would be great." Laika was leadership, and now he could join her.

his tail swayed behind his hips as he crossed the clearing to nudge her chin. "i need to tell you what happened, Spring," he sighed, the mood behind his eyes turning somber once more.