Heron Lake Plateau triple shot espresso

So sorry for the delay!

Unexpected, yet not a surprise either when she hears these lands are barren of prey just like the other stretches in the Wilds. It makes her curious, however, where this man has seen some. Icy blue eyes shift from the expanse before her to the frost-touched male. Eyebrows lifting with interest.

How kind, she adds in, after his ‘pretty’ comment—although she resists the urge to roll her own eyes. ‘Better than nothing,’ perhaps, but the term rubs her the wrong way.

Annaliese, and you, darling? The red woman teases the nickname back, giving the tip of her tail a wag. I take it you’ve seen prey recently then? Whereabouts?