Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

He nodded his head and stored her name away for possible future use. It was a rough and heavy name, one he could appreciate. It reminded him of the Frozen Territories naming and he could not deny the hurt in his heart. Yet he hid it down like he had always done.

Very much so. The male admitted as he glanced around, wondering if someone was lingering to make it look like he had company. Alas they were the only ones present at the time. Yourself? Had he been fooled by the scents on her pelt? Perhaps she had departed recently rather than was a part of.