Otter Creek oh, how can this be? i’ve finally found peace

His voice was masculine, but not overbearing. She remembered Revui's unsettling tone and gave Wintersbane — Win-ters-bane. — silent praise. Ying slowed herself and answered: I am Ying. It was much simpler than his name, as was often the case.

Finding the distance between them to be unpleasant, Ying walked back to his side. She was more courageous with this approach; rather than straying out of reach, she kept close. Wintersbane's large stature was both troubling and comforting, for Ying was rarely dwarfed by her companions. She did not mind the change.

I am not good at herds, the huntress laughed, I can maybe help you, and learn something. There was no better distraction than a casual hunt, and her partner's objective attractiveness didn't hurt either. She drew in a deep breath, collecting more of his scent. Where you come from?