Sleeping Dragon i’m not in love so don’t forget it

an unfamiliar man. she bristled and stopped, silently watching him examine the volcano's base. astaroth was nearby; ying knew that if things went awry, she had someone to call. the huntress thought quickly through her options before fully descending to ground level.

she kept some distance between them, strategically turning her body so as to hide the swelling of her sides. stranger, ying called, you want a hunt? there were enough bodies of water nearby for a quick fishing trip, if he were interested.