Whitebark Stream verlorener bruder

It filled her with some sort of giddy delight that she kept hidden under her wraps of a soft exterior. Only betrayed by the way her tail twitched and swayed.

I would like that very much. A polite dip of her head to him. Perhaps I can come visit your home for a lesson, as you have already visited mine. Soft spoken humor to mask her self-invite.

She knew it was rude to invite herself but she felt it might be...acceptable here. Maybe even warranted. He was a leading man of his pack and it might be better to keep their meetings close to his dear Rivenwood.