Porcupine Ridge Crafted, holy, rolling thunder

She was so tiny. Too tiny. For a moment, he thought of Snow. But this one, was different. HE did not worry about breaking her. Or giving his sins to hers. She wasn't good like Snow. There was a slight darkened edge to her, like him.

He chuckled and shifted his paw. Watched her fidget and fuss. Honestly, she didn't have to do much. Once he realized she was always going to look for touch. He had already almost gotten used to it.

It's alright. I might crush you though. You're tiny.

HE snorted. Throw pinecones at me and i'll eat you. He pressed the pinecone and then kicked it back towards her. Hopefully his aim was true.

He chuckled darkly. I had hobby's once, but they weren't exactly for polite company. He couldn't really answer her. He like stories and stars. That was pretty much the just of things he enjoyed that were not physical.