Whitebark Stream bulletproof loneliness at best

oh, all right, he replied, smiling in gratitude at her explanation. he bent his muzzle and nudged the squirrel slightly closer to the den. that was what i had in mind. . .nutrition. dawn needs to keep her strength up, hai naa? the words were likely foreign to her, but he punctuated them with a shrug and a sparkle in his eyes; she could likely catch the meaning by body language.

and then an invitation was proffered; he grinned, excited at the opportunity to not only try his hand at fishing—something he'd dabbled in back home and on the road—but also to spend time with aphrodite. i would love to, he responded, trying not to sound too eager. keep it cool, surya, keep it cool.