Haunted Wood All eyes were upon the Taggerung

'Pretty.'

That it was. 

The Taggerung nodded his head in a display of his agreement and appreciation for her willingness to partake in his company, even if only for a short while. 

It was in these few seconds that his eyes roamed her over with more intent. She was an odd little duck. This delighted him some. Her face was marred, her coat shabby and swathed in patches of various shades. 

Homely, perhaps...

Well, no. I don't live here. But I suppose I could, he answered airily. 

The Taggerung hadn't considered settling that early, not after leaving his first home. 

It was a lovely forest, though. 

Oh! he exclaimed suddenly, as if the thought had only just struck him, do you? 

You fool, Tagg, what trouble could you have found already? Ah, but youth afforded him many things. He hoped that a smattering of charm could, as well.