Hushed Willows i’m frightened more than usual lately

aeryn was shocked by how assertive this girl was. minnow was a determined little pup, but her spark did not match the raging fire that burned on this whelp’s tongue and soul. her tone demanded respect from him and he couldn’t help put duck into a slight bow.

oh, i’m sorry. i won’t call you mam anymore. but ‘girl’ didn’t seem like an appropriate title either. what’s your name? mine’s aeryn.