Blackbeak Bluff bon temps

It had gone far better than he had expected, but it appeared that the dark girl was interested to accept his offer. Kierkegaard regarded her with raised brows for only a moment before he nodded his head and began trying to formulate his next steps with her. He had not had very many instances with Wylla, so he was not sure how her demeanor was on any given day. If she was anything like Caiaphas, the ghostly figure imagined that she would be difficult to persuade. Kierkegaard did not want to show back up on the borders of Grimnismal with a frightened little ink blot and attempt to coerce the smoke and charcoal woman that Kaori was worthy of a rank in Grimnismal.

“The Alpha will want you to be strong, so we will work to boost your tenacity as we travel,” he instructed her with a gesture of his muzzle in the direction that they would be heading. As an after thought, the ghost realized that he did not even know what the girl was called. He had a brief flash of memory to another young, dark-coated girl that he had picked up. It seemed that he and Caiaphas were more alike than they appeared.

“What is your name? More importantly, do you want to keep it?”