Noctisardor Bypass with the moon i run

Streamlined quicksilver was what greeted him. His own pewter gaze sweeping over the feminine curves of a she-wolf who held imposing dominance and and air of iron. He could appreciate getting to the point, and in turn, the nomad dipped his form lower in recognition to her potential rank and the mere fact that he rested upon the cusp of her home.

Argent Sandraudiga. I was told Mahler had settled here. He gave pause, eyes trailing with mild interest to what could have been the hint of curves that graced a pregnant woman. I was hoping to see if he had need of another able body in his pack.