Sawtooth Spire i do not love the bright sword for its sharpness

Goufa. Did the sphinx call him a goofy? the woman then jumped to complimenting his pounce, which overshadowed the imp's distrustfulness. "wuggghhh ... ass ... tree .. us. astraeus! " he blinked with fervor as his handle rumbled off his amateur tongue. The young one's dilemma was being so unsocial with his peers and superiors, resulting in a slower learning rate when it came to his language and perusal of basic body cues. Though aware of Mahler and Wylla's social status in their box full o' knives, Astraeus was his own boss. Therefore, for good measure the star prince decreed: "in charge! ... what your name? what is goufa?"

The pup cooed as in slinked around the seasoned warrior, accounting for her pine-like and mountain rugged scent. She must have resided with the other throng of wolves in the spires, he'd seen some before but reserved most of his hours alone, except when fare was involved, he needed to eat plenty after all. He was a growing ruler. Without taking note of the woman's availability, Astraeus kneaded his paws on her side, head cocked, perplexed. The pulsing, bunched batch of muscles stretched and wrought over the years of fighting were a new feeling. He still had a soft face and stature! Dreamily, Astraeus wanted to find some too — though he didn't know how to worked.

"are you strong? you look biiiggg!" onslaught and onslaughts of curious. young inquires...