Sunspire Mountains Green eyes, giving me signs.

That smile.

That damn smile. It was all he needed.

Viinturuth felt as though his head suddenly became lighter as vivid eyes looked his way, and his own expression softened into the gentle upward curve of his lips. He regarded the little she-wolf with a kind stare, even though he was screaming on the inside at the announcement of her pregnancy.

She was too young and far too pretty for all that shit, Viinturuth felt. Constantly wailing babies, loss of freedom, saggy tits, all the ugly sides that was bound to come with motherhood. It seemed like such a waste; what was she thinking?

"Well," he laughed awkwardly, "not really. My goat vanished into thin air." The pallid rogue rolled a silver shoulder, pretending not to care despite the frustration he felt at having wasted all that time tracking. "It happens."