Deepwood Weald i thought nothing could go wrong.

"Fuck!"

It was probably the most honest reply he could rightly give her. Her gentle squeak was met with deaf ears until she called out a soft greeting. Ren felt himself jump on the spot, fur spiked with unease. He thought he was alone. Whipping around now, he blinked with wild eyes until he focused on her form.

There she was, like some magical creature straight outta a story. Silver fur with a dark head. He thought she was a boulder. How was he to know she was some pretty dame? "I... I mean, hi?" he felt fat of tongue now, flustered and a fool. He waited to see what she wanted. Surely she wanted something?