Fairspell Meadow Spurs

The dark woman spoke to him about herself. Reno was giving with his attention, nodding in all the best places, ‘hmming’ when it seemed right. He enjoyed the way she carried her thoughts into words. It was curious beyond what he knew – curious and still sweet. Amalia even showed him kindness when he joked about the burrs pulling his hair out. She even offered a statement to say that he didn’t seem vain. This drew a laugh from his chest.

The girl was sharp with her observations, that was certain.

When presented with a possible journeying destination, Reno hummed thoughtfully. She seemed to think that he might like a woodland. Of course, the dusty wolf was prone to traveling anywhere the wind blew. If he could manage to keep Amalia’s company for a short while, that would be all the persuasion that he would need.

Ya lead the way, miss Amalia. I’d like to see a forest that could stir my heart like ya said. Reno nodded to her, stepping to her side so that she could chart a course. Yer real close with yer family then? What’s yer home like, if ya don’t mind me askin’?