Hushed Willows shelter

Last post from me! Cute thread, thank you Mix!

You're pretty.

Well that was the last thing she expected to hear. She flushed and suddenly her cheeks felt like the surface of the sun—her brain misfired a few more times as she tried to come up with some sort of reply that wasn't just awkward burbling. But, thankfully, Dagfinn shot to his feet and bounded away, leaving her to swallow any stupid reply she had in favor of completely ignoring any of that for now. She barely knew the guy, after all, though it would be a damn severe stretch to say she wasn't flattered.

She uncurled from her wolfbun position and shook out her pelt only to fall in step behind him. Moonbrook cleared her throat, and replied with a dazed smile, "Sounds good to me!" She squeaked.