Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

Akhtar’s body responded with a puffed chest, narrow sighthound musculature making the gesture less proud and more ridiculous.

You can stick around for as long as you feel you need to, darling. He chimed, trying to fight off every other emotion that welled in his chest. Suddenly, his stomach clenched, and he shot his gaze around the room for little Bast.

He didn’t see their black coat. Perhaps the cat was out and about.

Perhaps you would like to share a berry? He gestured to the brought goods with a wave of his paw.