Hushed Willows all alone

A shame, Lorcan tsked softly, his amber eyes flicking over her with a glint of teasing disapproval. What’s a life without gossip? Makes the quiet dull.

He shifted his weight slightly, his dark form a stark contrast against the snow-dappled ground. Puppies, though. Now that’s something. Keeps everyone busy, I imagine. His tone was casual, though there was a faint undertone of amusement in his words, as if the thought of a bustling pack with demanding pups amused him.

Glaieul, huh? Guarding borders sounds like it leaves little time for... fun. He raised a brow, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. What about you? Anything worth sharing, or are you just as quiet as your Vale?