Two Rivers Isle the living do.

It was a grand place!

Certainly more than the gnarled roots he claimed for himself. With its sparse covering and lack of leg room. He could not help but feel a sudden bloom of embarrassment befitting a single male. What if she wished to see his own den! How it would pale in comparison to her own beautiful abode.

He had not yet dared to step fully inside.

He had recalled the protectiveness some felt over these kinds of spaces, of the importance and value of them in the life of others. She very may feel the same!

So he crooned a garbled note to her of curiosity when she turned back to face him.

Did she mean to bring him in, or only show him a view of it?