Swiftcurrent Creek Tutto tremante

No worries!

A woman approached him. She was small and startlingly pale, her eyes narrowed into twin crescents above a suggestive smile.

Pier, he offered, though his gaze was careful and withdrawn. He brought his paw closer to himself. And who might you be?

He was not stupid and he wasn't afraid to flatter himself; he could guess at her intention, her ulterior motives. If he hadn't dreamt of Isotta then perhaps he would be more open to this nameless woman's advances. He stole another glance at her. He had never seen anyone like her in his life.

His eyelids shuttered half-shut. He seemed to be in deep thought, engaging in a reflexive and obscure dialogue.