Duck Lake so i could buy a diamond ring

the fae’s response was crafted carefully, a twinge of modesty lingering in her manner. thorn looked away as if on instinct, realizing belatedly he may have made her uncomfortable — which was certainly not his intention. 

drawing a slim smile across his features, he responded with a nod in assent. he wished to know if she needed help — she seemed a proud and noble wolf, one that had suffered the burdens of many stings — and he did not wish to insult her. 

as tactfully as possible, thorn proposed his thoughts into quiet words. though you are lucky, you seem alone. do you want to know of packs nearby? surely company is better than none.