Whitebark Stream Boots

>w< Please, you are so wonderful. I adore writing with each of your characters.

Deliver he would. Reno was – consistently – a man of his word. Though the word varied in morality, he still carried through on what he said. Perhaps it was because he was simple. The cowboy was certain that it was because he didn’t know another way. Deception had never been a skill he’d sought to pursue. What he couldn’t accomplish with grit and guts wasn’t worth trying. Besides, he didn’t know how folks kept track of their tongues most of the time, anyhow.

Amalia spoke of a pack that she had joined. Reno nodded his head with interest. It was good to hear that she’d settled in with some folks. He wondered what their gang was like.

They’re good to ya? Good folk? the cowboy inquired with a slight tilt of his head. Seemed she was learning a few good skills from them, if nothing else. She seemed as happy as the last time they’d talked. The dusty wolf was content knowing she was faring well. She’d made for kind company.

When she asked him if he’d met any interesting wolves, he thought of Mel and Sayf with some hesitation to discuss them. It had been an odd sort of meeting, though not unpleasant.

Ah, I did, ma’am. Met a duo some ways out there. They was real kind. Surprisin’ to find folk like that round here. Ain’t really that way where I’m from, see.