Silver Creek And the truth will set you free.

grayson spotted her from a short distance, eyeing her slender frame and pale-colored pelt. of course, he analyzed every woman he came across like this. boiling her down to just plain features. this one, he had decided, was quite nice on the eyes. good, he thought, that was the sort they needed around here.

he let out a low boof as he approached, noting her sunbathing. but of course, what else was there for a woman to do in the winter-- since she had no children to look after and gardening was no so easy in the colder months. lie around and gossip, grayson supposed, was really all there was to do to busy themselves. "hello," he greeted, stopping a few sweeping steps before her and peering down upon her with a curious, but amiable, pair of white iris, "having a good afternoon?"