Noctisardor Bypass Sunday mornings we sleep-in 'til noon

Wow, Druid breathed when he bounced toward the proffered fish and began to nibble at it, you’re so little. What’s your name? she wondered, unsure if he would be able to talk or even understand. Is Laurel your mama? she guessed, eyes lifting to the nearby den’s mouth, nose quivering. The woman’s scent was heavy here.