Big Salmon Lake Goldwing Messenger

Yes, I am.

The answer was made with honesty; a gruff, salt of the earth, genuineness.

But that does not mean I should forget to stop and admire the beauty around me. A small nod was offered by the warrior, his russet mask dipping down with his snout. Foxfur did not mind if the stranger wished to know more. The warrior had long since abandoned the need for dishonesty.

The dusty brown of his eyes searched her features with scrutiny for several seconds before he felt to ask, and you?