Totoka River mistletoe

Well, that was a fancy ass name.

Vyn let her buttery smile linger, though almost giggled at his statement: tough? The svelte vixen was flattered, but perhaps he was right - she was damn near royalty, after all. Tail swaying softly at her rear, she idly shifted her weight so that her hips swung a touch as she moved, eyeing the youth with curiousity. She'd survived this far, without a man's help, it was true. Perhaps tough was a good word.

"I'll be sure to keep it in mind, mister Eyjolfur." Swiftly she stored his name in the back of her skull, attempting to match it with his appearance for better recalling in times to come: if she felt the need, she'd take him up on that offer for sure, but packs tended to be limiting. "I couldn't forget," She passed the lad a quick wink before watching him take his leave, casting a smirk in her direction.

Well, that was an adventure. Time for a nap.