Hushed Willows [m] I just wanna feel something, tell me where to go

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His smile grew as she betrayed an appreciation for his joke. It stuck to his face as his ears cupped towards her. Mae was, in fact, very bugged by the previous meeting. Sure, he had seen smoother gatherings. But Boone was able to get some information out to the forming pack. Interruptions aside.

Well if you ever find someone to be sweet on, you should inform them of your clear distaste for public displays of affection. Though I do suppose that was a bit much for a formal meeting. He conceded with a shrug. To him, Reverie and Boone were clearly honeymooners. Making big plans for the future and putting the work into it. So long as they kept the actual fucking private, he could look past the shared looks.

Glancing away from Mae, his mind returned to the meeting. The distressed woman. Reina, was it? As for melodramatics I doubt the girl—I think her name is Reina—meant to cause a disruption. She did ultimately excuse herself, if you were paying attention.

Kyrell sat down near the ledge, tail thumping against the dirt beside him if Mae wanted to sit too. All things considered, we do know what the bosses expect of us now. Worrying about the hiccups on the way is just asking to turn gray at a young age. I'm sure Boone and Reverie will work out the kinks in time.