“Yes, hardly comfortable,” she croons. “Fate must have deemed it a poor place to sleep and brought me somewhere better.” It was the only explanation, truly. Unless she’d hit her head in that grand escape which she did not recall.
“Well, Sigvard,” she lifts her tail, brushes it against his broad shoulders while she trots forward, “let’s go, yes?”
Her eyes are dark, inviting, and she won’t turn down the company of a protector, temporary as he might be. They all are temporary in the long run.
“I don’t hear your type of name too often.” Her gait is even and steady. “Are you from northern lands?”
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