Rising Sun Valley Acorn

Many panic neurons started firing off as the girl continued to close the distance.

Ó nei – she isn’t stopping! This is it! WhatdoIdo? WhatdoIdo?

But she didn’t attack. His ears slicked backward, and the flamelick upon his brow was pulled taut by his frown. Instead of challenging him further, she scrutinized him, which he was too offput to rebuke. He took the opportunity to do the same, noting her own packscent, her ash markings, and a pair of aurora eyes.

He started to relax as she did, ears rising again and tail beginning to sway as the threat of her ebbed away. Is this how you make friends? Kristjan half-teased, half-scoffed, trying to pretend as if she hadn’t rattled him at all.

Still, he was impressed, or at least his racing heart told him he was, so he was quick to hand out praise as well. You are a brave wolf. So much like— He tried to stop himself from thinking about Astrid.