Duck Lake [m] watch the fall

A chuff of a laugh is given—the woman has a sharp tongue and Akavir’s gaze rove over her with an appreciative gleam. “We certainly wouldn’t want that,” he offered, his own devil-may-care grin widening, and as thus, promptly sat himself down on his rump, right then and there.

“I can only imagine how many have been taken advantage of you so far,” he murmured, loud enough for her to hear—certainly not shy on the matter. She wasn’t looking for a partner—then again, neither was he.

A paw shifted forward, rolling a pinecone before him, gaze lingering there before pulling back up to the coy rogue.

“They can’t have been very memorable.”