Kintla Flatlands That's just how I feel

Viggo was, understandably, startled by her response. “Pretty?” he said aloud, though he had meant to say it only to himself. He had never been called such a thing, nor had he ever thought of himself with that particular adjective. But it was a compliment, and he would take what he could get. His expression went from surprise to a smile in half a second, and he wagged his tail in return, instantly labeling her as a non-threat. “I could say the same about you,” he said, once he managed to regain the use of his tongue.

She was as black as the night was dark, and her lemon-lime eyes stood out above everything else... even the occasional splatter of silver that she wore. The stranger This new acquaintance was feminine in every regard, and Viggo was not blind to it. He had met plenty of beautiful ladies during his travels, and while he had no problem getting rather personal, he had never had any intention of settling down with them. He was actually more like his father than he would care to admit.

“I am Viggo,” he said after a pause, “And what would your name be, lovely?”