Swiftcurrent Creek ten things i hate about you

Nefarious watched her with an amused simper that had begun, against his better judgment, to tug at the corner of his lips. His gaze followed the movement of her kick, borne the shaman freely assumed out of her bashfulness of being intercepted by another. In some ways, Nefarious sort of wished he hadn't seen that strange behavior but there was nothing that could reset his eyes, nor erase that from his memory. Regardless, that was more or less his first impression of her, and he bit back another laugh that threatened to spill forth as he pondered that for a moment, biting his tongue in accordance though his tongue burned to speak aloud the words that she'd made one hell of a first impression. Definitely a unique one, at that. She didn't really respond to his question, not sharing which one she had been attempting to re-create but assuming that she'd been hanging around with Paar a lot he went ahead and guessed that it was the pregnancy she was attempting to re-create.

“There's an, ah,more realistic way of making that happen you know. As opposed to using a deer's carcass,” Referring too, of course, actually becoming pregnant. Then again, he didn't know her life. He did not know if she had a mate or not, or if she wanted children in any sort of reality. In fact, he knew next to nothing of her other than she had been missing and was now, obviously, found. He really didn't understand though this was likely borne of the simple fact that he was a male. He had different sort of urges than she, he supposed. “Don't worry,” The shaman murmured, addressing the fact that she genuinely didn't seem to want him to speak of this. “Your secret is safe with me.” Secrets was something that Nefarious kept well guarded.