Sleepy Fox Hollow unerschütterlich

Wylla was pulled into Mahler with a soft whoop of surprise, followed by a chortle when he released her. She pushed away with a playful shove of her narrow shoulder. You're very sweaty, she countered, feigning a squirm at the impossible idea that the dampness of snow melt on his fur was, in fact, perspiration.

Despite the jest, she followed along closely, shooting him an incredulous look when he suggested travel. To forge new alliances? she guessed, having yet to put together that he meant a trip for the two of them together rather than for business.