Swiftcurrent Creek Stare al Proprio Posto

Sapphire eyes searched his sea glass as he spoke, her gentle smile remaining. She had been invited to his den - and wasn't that exciting! She was quick to nod. Yes, alright. Her tail waved a bit higher now.

It was a clear indication of their connection, of the trust he had for her, and Milan was glad for it. She was curious to see how he lived. Was his den kept clean? Was it warm? Cozy? For a brief moment a familiar sense of anxiety washed over her, a worry that their preferences for a den would not be the same.

But, as she stared up at that pretty pale face her troubling thoughts seemed to dissipate just as quickly as they had appeared. It was a silly thing to concern herself with. If they ever got to that point, she was sure they would both be able to make compromises.