Shadowwyn Moor It came gently calling

He had a gentle face, and kindness colored the contours of his cheek. He was small, smaller than her, but not by much. Though he had a little bit more girth to him than she had to herself. But she ate barely enough, she just didn't often eat. Having grown up that way, it was a habit she just couldn't quite break. She was always afraid to eat more than she should.

Inkeri shook her head and ghosted forward on gentle paws, and then settled to her haunches to curl her ink and paper tail around snow and dirt paws.

I do. Do. She gave a decisive nod a tiny little jut to her chin. She would speak with him darnett, she was tired of being so lonely and quiet.

She sniffed. Oh no Are you cold? Cold.

She looked around. There is more cover over there. There? We can go there? If you want. want?