Blacktail Deer Plateau you tell me whats next

He had to hand it to her, there. He did like it, and he supposed he'd only ever encouraged her. Even now, with his stupid grin, he was probably cementing the idea that he enjoyed this sort of behavior from her. Because he did - of course he did.

"You're lucky you're so cute," he decided, letting out a put-upon sigh.

He stretched out, rolling onto his back and resting his neck across her forelegs, head tipped back to bare the pale swathe of fur that ran down his chin and throat. He felt at peace here with his Spiritwalker, in the little nest she'd made for herself.

Grayday glanced around for the first time, realizing the place had been prepared by her with no small amount of effort. "Are you planning some kind of ritual?" he asked, sitting up to gaze around more carefully. He was only half-teasing; he assumed they didn't call her 'Spiritwalker' for nothing.