Duck Lake so i made for the creek, where she and i did meet

aria held back a well-meaning scowl at the redheaded boy, who was clearly more durnehviir than constantine -- physically and verbally. aria continued to lick at thorn's muzzle and face, concern dripping from ever faucet she had... especially as he spoke that he could never be bored of aria. the statement made her heart race. she couldn't believe someone spoke about her in such a manner. 

a gentle whine persisted from her maw as he offered the meat, ignoring his own state. "akatosh you may take it back to the cache -- eat some if you're hungry," she told him gently as she could, given how rude he was being, "thorn, please let me help you," she added in a voice that seemed to beg. "you are hurt," she reiterated, white eyes frozen onto his features -- worry written all over them.