Arrow Lake all i really want is something beautiful to say

“I see,” he offered, shifting his form there – the silence that was now stretching became awkward, and the agouti male cast a glance longingly back to the Creek.. He wasn’t about to offer condolences to a stranger who just dropped half of her history to him like she was an open book – it was far from his style.

The mention of sickness did not encourage him to close any distance between them, though. His thoughts drifted to Haunter, recalling the stench of death as it had seeped from Fox’s den. He had no marks on him – nothing seemed out of place. And yet life had been stolen from him.. the only plausible thing Scimitar could think of was disease, and without realizing it, a small shudder coursed his body at the thought of it. After all, he had waltz right in there to deal with it. How close had he danced to such an untimely and revolting death?