Naaghai Lowlands a pretty girl with bouffont hair

Spreading the word is definitely something he can do as he traipses around the wilderness. Momentarily forgetting their sensual tension, he eases into a sphinx pose at the water’s edge, pale toes dipping into the shallows. His eyes fix on her, his ears tilted forward to catch Journey’s every word.

That’s, he says when she finishes, incredible. I have so many questions.

But he doesn’t voice one right away, instead taking a moment to fully process everything she’s told him. Bushtit’s pretty sure he knows exactly where she plans to throw this festival. It sounds like quite the party, reminding him of some of the gatherings his mom’s mentioned. Of course, she’d never said anything about cats.

When he speaks again, he asks, You have daughters?

It’s probably not the question she expects, though he suddenly wonders if it’s not just age working against him but lack of availability. If she’s a MILF, there’s a good chance she has a mate too. Bushtit likes to flirt—and likes to get laid, obviously—but if she’s spoken for, then she’s off limits.