Honeyed Pasture trek along?

He took the bait! Pangur fought back the snicker of something devious, pretending to strain further against the weight so that she might steal some more of his time; a scheme or not, she was still truly appreciative of the help, as were her already aching muscles. Her ears flattened back to lay against her skull, her tail resuming its sideways pace. Well, if you do not mind too much... She says softly, dropping a shoulder and sharing the load between them both. Indeed, it was lighter with company. Most things were.

Though- maybe only to the border, Hárkonungr is suspicious of outside men. She gave a half-laugh, easing the topic Or I could introduce you if you like. I have good judge of character, he would trust me. certainty hung on the muse of her tongue, playful as her words might've seemed.

But such a thing is a large commitment, and one not every stray wished for. She was happy enough to have his help and his company in whatever capacity he might've given it. But.. I can always visit too. I will hunt outside the forest more times than just today.

I just mean to say- if you ever need help or want a friend- I am only so far away. Pangur trips on her own words, a grin half-genuine and half-embarrassed pulling at her features. She was terribly unused to the expectations of pack life; expectations like "don't invite every stranger you meet back home", well what if the stranger was nice? so many flaws in the rules, the biggest one, that of expecting a girl such as Pangur not to follow her own whims.