Neverwinter Forest She's a wild one

Amalia shared another smile, and shifted. She did bump his shoulder kindly, but settled to her rear, tail curled around her paws. Really? They're so pretty though and there's so much to see and do on them? I mean they're dangerous, so dangerous, but also sort of freeing.

She wasn't sure how to put into words, what she meant. She had been raised in the forest she had liked the seashore, but the mountains they were their own beast, but amazing none the less.

Amalia chuckled. The pelt is a family thing. Most of my father's family were all black with blue overtures, but. SHe waved her brown tipped tail. I got a little of my mom in there too.