Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

The look she gave him made him think she might refuse, which was fine by him. He didn't know if it would help her, just that he felt like it had helped him. He was blissfully unaware of the violent hatred she felt, and continued to sit there peacefully, enjoying the cool night breeze.

But she agreed, seeming to settle into a more friendly area. Ah, good! Gannet wasn't the type to take much of anything personally if he didn't know a wolf, but he was still glad she was willing to test out his idea.

Now he just had to figure out how this worked. He'd never been the talker, only the talkee, and for a minute he regretted offering because he wasn't sure he was up to the task. What did he talk about? We talk. He started, then realized he knew a thing. What's the best place you've been? She traveled, and he traveled. He could find something to say about that at least.

Honestly, this practice could do him some good too. Mine was east. There was a canyon that looked like a sunset.