Haunted Wood I'm dressing so ironic

There was that language again, the one she had been taught by her mother and a lone wolf she had met in her past. "How so?" She inquires. "I don't see what's to be conflicting."

What she wasn't expecting what the female did next. Serem herself wasn't exactly familiar with affection of any kind and she just stood there not knowing what to do about the situation at that point.