Qeya River over the hills and far away

He had never really thought of Morningside as a kingdom, but the word had some charm. Whatever it was, it was home. His first home in a very long time. It was flattery, on her part, he knew--but he felt much the same way. It was a warm place, a safe place. Everything he cared about was on those plains. Maybe she would join them, too.

Blackthorns. Her family sounded interesting, too. He was just about to pry into her history when she asked him a question, and if wolves could blush. . .he'd be crimson. Instead, Shale ducked his head, smiling demurely. God, what was he, a yearling again? "I'm all tied up, miss, sorry to say," he responded ruefully, glancing up at her. "Got four kids at home, myself.

"Speaking of which," he segued, looking past her and in the direction of the borders, "I should probably be off to see them. It was very nice to meet you, Apple. Come visit us, sometime. I'll give you a tour." He gave her a charming grin, waiting for her to respond in turn before heading back home.

sorry for dipping out abruptly--just trying to kill this guy!