Swiftcurrent Creek moonhold

Amusement laced his eyes and wry humor colored the edges of his lips. Cache it. I'm not hungry. Have a good day Lestan.

The large male stood and moved away. It was clear Lestan no longer wanted to speak with him and he couldn't blame him, not really. That conversation had gotten derailed, but all he had said was true. There was no shame in what he had answered or in him, there usually never was.