Flycatcher Downs godling

She flashed him a small grin. If I still get to look at you on the way down I think I get the better end of the deal. Her tail swished behind her grey form as her features teetered along amused, attracted and enchanted. He was a rather fun stranger for her to first wander upon. Was her luck going to start to turn around? Rosemallow could only hope so.

A home. She answered honestly. The shewolf craved a permanent residency somewhere. That wasn't to say she couldn't adjust and flow with the plans but she didn't wish to be hoping from pack to pack to pack. That simply wasn't the life for her.