Sunset Valley Harvesting

Du skjuler dig for dig selv, så, she had concluded, laughing, her lips curling to reveal her slightly yellowed fangs. Yet the so-called hunter appeared curious, or perhaps even doubtful.

Hvorfor vil du kende deres hvisken? She halted abruptly, turning suddenly to face the tall man. Aspa rose on her legs, pressing her front paws against the broad chest of the tall brown man, thus lifting her gaze to meet his.

Hmmm… She pondered. Og hvad hvis jeg sagde, at de ønsker, du skal hjælpe mig? She had let out a low chuckle before returning to the ground and continuing on her way.