Swiftcurrent Creek A Proper Young Lady Does Not Bite.

Intelligence growing by the day, Leonore had been quick to learn many things, yet her social skills were lacking. She was still testing those around her, learning what was okay to do and what was not.

A stranger had approached, and an offer had been made. What was she meant to do in such a situation? A bit nerve-wracked, she furrowed her brow as she considered.

It would certainly make things easier, but it was her branch. Would the stranger steal it? If they did, what was she to do? Nip at them just as she would to Shark, she supposed.

Releasing the branch from her splintered mouth she made her decision. "Yes." Her vocabulary was limited, but she spoke with enough attitude to communicate her point. She thought so at least.