Silver Moraine I didn't want to grow up, not really

Her ego swelled as she realized she seemed to have crack away at whatever hearty exterior the stranger had formerly put up. She had no way to know if it was real or not but her ego craved for it to be true — so true it would be to her. I've faced worse. She responded with a quick wolfish wink.

Don't get your hopes up too much. Tytus was not even sure who she was, ever changing like the world she had taken off to explore. Perhaps she would be able to give the stranger a piece of her that was memorable, tasteful, desirable.

Her tail thumped at a lazy, slow rhythm against the earth below them. I think I might have found one of the things I was looking for. Must be my lucky day.