Otter Creek honigsüß

sorry for the late post, i've been busy and tired and all around a mess :,)

If he had not met a man so warm and joyous as this one's one uplifted countenace, then perhaps he would have allowed the prospect of depression and despair to take over his muddled senses. But he was of a great contraist ot the startling and gruff bane, he was as warm of as his hazel hues and pelt, welcoming him in. 

❝ Das ist wahr, ❞ as his lips crook upwards in somewhat newfound delight. ❝ Wie kann ich das leugnen? Führe uns?❞