Hideaway Strath mr. no friends

and his tail swung low, as hers became the moon.

he was small beneath her gigantism. he admired the way she was cross hatched in warrior ways.

i have come to offer myself. his tongue slid along his inky lips. you tell me what you need and i give it. a hunter? i bring meat. a rogue? i bring words to your ears.

his knowledge beyond those things were limited, but she need not know. he could learn quickly if her wants were elsewhere.