Arrow Lake nach vorne

Yessss. Xoxo

“Your company is always welcome,” she admitted honestly. Besides her children, the stalwart General was the closest thing she would describe as ‘home,’ though the very thought of it would steal her breath. She had relied before upon Stigmata—had relied on others far too many times. She was not willing to place herself in such a precarious position again.

“I’d much rather we find something to feed Diaspora,” she suggested, though before waiting for his answer, lissome form began to lope quicker, eager for a hunt. Whether it was to steal more of his time or to simply cast her mind from turbulent thoughts, she would not dwell on it.