Blackfeather Woods So what do you want from me

Her eyes dropped down the length of his muzzle as he steps closer. Thoughts are plucked from her mind and used against her, causing her to stare at some point at the end of his nose. Considering the words in someone else’s voice helps them make sense. Traveling isn’t something she’s fond of and where is she going to find another place with what he proposes? “No,” she answers after a long moment, closing the rest of the distance. Slowly, her muzzle touches the side of his and between the two of them they can make the southern reaches a little less lonely.