Swiftcurrent Creek [m] you know i'll be seeking if you run and hide

A yes! A yes, and Wren could have skipped around gleeful like a buck-toothed adolescent in that moment. Instead, her smile widens; bashful, gentle, before she offers a paw forward as if to lead her. We'll go over by duck lake, kinda. It's not too far.
Her stride is light and calm — staggering, still, for she fears her limp may never truly go away — tail a gentle dance above her hips. We've never really been on, like, she pauses, lips scrunched; we've never spent time just talking. Again do her eyes catch hold of the gemstone ones of the sharpfang, and dazzled and warm all over is she. Something in her longs to see that glittering smile once more. You and I both need to have some fun, eh?