Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

Patroclus was easily enamored with the idea of living such a life. Some grand adventure under scandalous guises. However he had his own personal doubts on how well he could do such a thing.

Regardless he was given a little seal of approval and a new name. One that stirred his emotions in confused playfulness. Patroclus was not used to such things, but he had thoughts. Feelings.

I'd be prince. He corrected softly as he sought to bound ahead some and offered wide, sweeping wags of his tail. A look thrown over his shoulder to Kynareth.

Would the giant play along?