Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

no, lousine responded simply. her eyes grew wider and her face fell — what if she'd done something wrong? what... does it mean? is it bad?

to lousine, it was simply what wolves did for each other. growing up the way she did, reliance on one another was simply a fact of life — you trusted each other, you trusted the Gods. no one was ever alone.

to think that this concept was perhaps unfamiliar to faust made her feel as if her heart might crack open like a ripe pomegranate.

but there was something in his gaze that made her feel like that wasn't the case. she holds his attention curiously, a tiny half-smirk ghosting across her dark lips. is it good?