Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

I'm throwing my freak at you i hope you don't mind

And being watched he was, ogled really, beady eyes of rich mahogany followed the shadow-man. Envy was a great many things—(most unpleasant), but she was not immune to good looks and moreso, intriguing scars. This one had a pretty one right down his equally as pretty face.

He was not so ravaged as some, much to perverted disappointment, but the imp still found herself intrigued. She always was; strangers could be so entertaining, when they weren't more eager to use their teeth.

As if the threat of imminent death could stop her. She walked a tightrope of reckless endangerment near constantly. Thought herself above danger, moreso the harbinger of it herself.

Nobody would hurt little old me! Ignoring the numerous occasions where it had happened. She learned nothing. Call that optimism or perhaps naivety.

Right. She'd been looking for plants initially. Silly thing. So easily distracted. Well they could wait, curiosity overpowers; as it always did. Without a scrap of self-preservation, the wretched girl made herself known, casually slipping from the bracken, an owlish tilt of her head cast toward the other.

Hey. She'd yip, and keep her stare focused on the side of his face. How'dya get that?

Rather forward. You can lead a horse to water but you can't teach it how to socialize like a normal person.