07-13-2009, 11:39 PM
Anya lifted her lips again in a simile of a smile. "Yes, well, that humble wolf means more to me than my family ever did." She blushed at the confession. Silly girl. You've only known this wolf for how long? What makes you think that he'll be kind, and not end up like your father? The other voice in her head argued: He was raised by DaVinci. And knowing how gentle the both of them are....he won't turn out like Father.
Anya glanced up quickly. Maybe she was being too forward....but she was sick of being alone.
"Do you want some pain killing herbs for that arm? I can practically feel your winces myself."
Anya glanced up quickly. Maybe she was being too forward....but she was sick of being alone.
"Do you want some pain killing herbs for that arm? I can practically feel your winces myself."