Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

He hears her voice close to him and he realizes she’s gotten up and followed after him a way. The words sit heavy on his tongue and he reminds himself it had been Asterr but his memory doesn’t allow him to replace the young woman’s pale fur for something darker. His legs slow to a stop near the spot he’d been resting a moment prior and he circles once, plopping down on the ground without a care in the world. Wherever he chooses to lay, he is king of, and right now the wench is more of a bother than entertainment.
 
“I want nothing with your mountains,” he tells her instead though somewhere in the back of his mind, it won’t be enough for her.