Lost Creek Hollow Hueco de la cala perdida [M]

slight pp let me know if you want me to remove it

Gunnar was an old man. And it was for a reason. He knew what went unsaid and simply chose not to act in most cases. Thats not to say he was a saint, but dang near close.

However, silvertongue was testing his emense wells of fortitude and will. With every brush of fur. With the sweet words and movements of her body. It was clear she knew what she was doing and how to tempt the devil so to speak. And he was not immune. But lord he was trying.

She moved to his side and he tilted an ear as she crooned her happiness at the place. He gave her a side smile and a small wink.

It's certainly pretty here.