Blackfeather Woods kissing wounds

boyishly smitten.

she glowed and glowed, each word brought with her an intensity to it. a pulsating light around her. so warm, an invintation.

how could he fear that? how could he fear her?

he couldn't. she was the first woman he could face without cowardice.

thanks, hallucinations.

he rolled onto his own stomach, neck stretched out to nose near her. taking her in more. her scent, her mismatch eyes. enamored in all of this haze. even further enamored that she would offer to hunt with him.

oh. i-i dunno how good i could hunt right now? i feel kinda...off. he laughed, clearly not a bad off. but, uh, we could go look for something together? sometimes you can get real lucky and find a left behind food store.