Emberwood champagne showers

loneliness was not a concept for him. you couldn't swing a dead rabbit without hitting someone, it seems. Puck turned - though not sharply - at the other's tone. greeted by a pretty lady; ah, a man's true dream. he smiled easily at her, a wide grin at her friendly tone. "hey there!" he yipped a reply, tilting his head slightly. his fuchsia eyes cast a look to where Easthollow lay. he gave a slight nod of his head. "name's Puck, missie. just got here to this place."

he gestured with one paw around the wilds. "wish I could give you a riveting story about bad versus good, but it's fuckin' boring" he broke off with a laugh. "lil old me was just checking out a pack in the area" and whether he had been accepted was beyond him right now. he may be a recruit. he may have been chased off. ah, timelines were great. did he just break the fourth wall? you bet he did. "and I sorta, kinda, very well fell asleep here. pretty ain't it?" he looked about the woodlands.