Swiftcurrent Creek fel

snowy ears flicked forward with a sharp interest. an answer, a question. female, young. inquisitive,

i want to make you feel things, the casanova sang back, voice becoming more full-throated. there was indeed a husband here, a powerful one from the scent-marks, but asmodeus saw no reason to fear unless the bull came bolting for his throat.

he stepped forward, experimented with the air a second time. her direction was not yet clear, but asmodeus suspected he would receive an answer.