Arrow Lake she's into superstitions

This specter stands with a sweet smile in tow. Her beauty is obvious and extravagant, such a snow white pelt that holds not one blemish. She shakes the dew that accumulates on her thick pelt and Donovan shamelessly eyes her with an interested gaze. He doesn’t even realize the two different colored eyes until he looks harder and his own smile begins to form. Especially when he’s able to see the curl of her fluffy white tail. His brows raise in a smooth motion.

“Donovan, darling. You’re part dog too?” He asks curiosity killing ultimately killing him. “Why don’t you come down, I won’t bite.” Then he gives a playful wink to her. “Unless you want me to of course.”