Broken Boulder daddy's ghost behind you,

you appear, at the very least, fine, to me, she took in an unashamed glance at his figure once more, cocking her head in a humorous way, a single brow raised. however, said act of coyness did not last all that long, and rala was quick to default back to her typical self - wholesome, honest in her admiration. and you listen to my ramblings - your company is more than appreciated. she knew when to be grateful.

flattered, and quite charmed by his southern accent, snowwoman found herself lacking words. quickly, she almost stumbled over herself when she next spoke: and you, too, dolce, said in a hurried manner, as if trying her hardest to be convincing ; leaned forwards slightly, as if telling him a secret. you - strong. scarred, and then, moving backwards, with a small smirk upon her features: aggakkut, pack-wolves will fawn over you - or, more likely, women will. she wriggled her eyebrows, grinning, now.

although something within her seemed to soften, then, when she noticed his distant gaze. the way the past seemed to linger within it, as if it had once been a wall that had built him up, protected him, only to come crumbling down - leaving him lost, and vulnerable. if pack-life is not what you seek, then that is alright, huntress said, now, genuine. but, should i find you again while i am within ranks, i may have to snatch you away. a soft, comforting edge of humour to decorate her words.