Yesterday, 3:29 PM
The girl is the eclipsed opposite of the last strange girl lost in solitude Sverke had encountered: shadowy depths to her fur, dashed through with markings in fawn and fox-red. Her eyes landed on the north-born prince, suspect and alarmed, and Sverke let the plume of his tail arc over his back and flop side to side lazily in a show of friendly intent. He ignored the snipe about her sleeping - what did he care? - and scoffed as she mentioned his stealth.
I almost had it.The boy snarked back, with an insulted wrinkle of his muzzle.
I suppose you think you'd have better luck?He narrowed his gaze at her, more than likely considering some absurd 'game' to instigate in the idle glimmer within his two-toned gaze.
