Honeyed Pasture nightking

The gold-touched boy seemed like his mind was elsewhere. The wildfire wasn’t sure how he could really afford to be so distracted by anyone other than the prime hunk of woman standing in front of him, right? Like how on earth was he able to even pull his eyes away? Either he was gay, or his heart belonged to someone else. At least, this was what Piper told herself to ease the pain of having yet another man seem to tiptoe around her. She thought back momentarily on the dark boy who lived on the mountain and how positively moronic he had been… good times.
 
“Well I don’t really have a goal to tell you the truth. Kinda just seeing where the wilds carry me and hope that it’s somewhere nice, preferably with a warm beach and plenty of prey,” the Redleaf girl remarked with a cheeky smirk and a wink. Nothing would have made her happier than to find herself on the sand with a thick slab of meat and a handsome guy to wait on her.
 
“Maybe I could help you find your… uh… missing individual?” Piper then offered with a small shrug.