The Heartwood Angel With A Shotgun

God, she was gorgeous. Like, the gentle and innocent and soft and pillowy and 'hold ya when ya scared' kinda gorgeous.

"Ahhaha, take it, it's chill. Not a prob. I got food back at my shack. Speakin' of my, I, am Ashton. A fellow dude of RedHawk Caldera. The closest pack near us currently. "

A humorous glint shied in his vivid optics, and he inclined a ilted head towards the babe.

"Ya know, I'm sure you can eat a load more than just this smidge of a hare. If need be, I can find a few things here and there for ya."

The offer hung around them, and seemingly plain and simple perhaps to her, it smoldered him.
Already trying to dine out with a gal? Cheers, Ash, you made the Desperate Team. Trying to shag up a girl, and you dont even know her name.