Blackbeak Bluff don’t do it, don’t give it up

fawn shrinks over his lingering gaze, her throat tightening.  there was something primal and predatory about the man that even her young eye could decipher, and she felt unsure under his protection.

she did not offer protest or interjection as he began to talk, remaining silent to drink in the information he had so freely offered her.  fawn was ultimately a young and blossoming woman and despite her mother's insistent warning, her trust came easily.  the island's description sounded safe enough, and she was pleased to learn of at least one other member — especially one who might take a liking to her.

how many others are there?  is it just you and the dog?  she wanted to know what she was getting into but felt it rude to pry too much.  and if we left now, would we be arriving.. on time?  could we get to the island?  she did not particularly like the thought of spending an entire night with the earthstalker alone.