The Sunspire Not much left to say...

Fang blinked at the female for a moment, suddenly aware his words sounded pretty stupid. Thinking on it, he had to admit there probably wasn't a whole lot that would be more important than combatting pissed of encroaches. He let out another small chuckle as he spoke. Okay, I should probably say 'this pack of xenophobes aren't on my priority list. He thought for a few moments, his list wasn't long, but the top of it was dealing with Red. He closed his eyes a moment as the half smile returned to his features, recalling the small coywolf and the familiar, comforting scent of the ember wood. Uhh, nah, it's fine. My priorities are somewhat personal. His thoughts trailed off for a moment, his recent activities, travelling to the coast for a time before returning to the sun spire, and almost immediately back to Red, he couldn't help but assume he'd smell like a strange one. As he realised his words once more he almost cringed, hoping Aleera didn't get the wrong impression at what he was referring too. So caught up in the rushing emotions of his recent few days seemed drain his eloquence. Speech thoughts