Moonspear Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job

In the quiet of the moment, he let it be for a short time, unbothered as their steps carried on. Company with her was not common for him, but he held her in dear favor all the same but it occurred to him that she might be more aware of the distance between them. Hunting, mostly. he replied easily with a small smirk despite not having any good trails to act on for the moment. A work in progress, of course. Trying to, anyway, at least until I go back to more patrol, he added, since the earlier endeavors went on without a hitch, and even without his continual presence, he knew the outerlands were covered. It seemed like lately, his efforts were probably better spent divided, soon to be mothers and their new whelps to consider and all.

Same question, though. What are you doing down here? he asked, for as well as he knew, she was not a frequent feature of these woods. How have you been? the older brother asked, though it was up to her how much she answered with, of course.