Morningside Cuesta i want tomorrow to mean more than today

Amalia was not alone. A sixth sense, made her turn, and the man that strutted towards her like a half cocked rooster, surprised her. What on earth was he doing? The gentle strut that she had seen with Reno, this one had the same swagger, but his wasn't as endearing.

Unkempt fur, though it was a pretty color, unusual pattern. But the eyes that stared at her were blood red. It was, unsettling. However, the voice the curled around her was full of body. Much like the accent Reno had. The one she enjoyed so much. And this one, she liked just as much. There was something about the smoky sound of it.

The spitting was disgusting and she felt displaced for a moment, but she shook her head.

Hello. Jade eyes took in his face, she supposed he wasn't terrible to look at. But his manners left a lot to be desired.

I am my pack is that way. She pointed towards Natigvik. She wasn't about to tell him she was alone. That seemed unsightly.