hunter
Hunter nodded to the fae and sat down. "Your welcome." He muttered, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched her. The husky seemed to have wandered off somewhere, but Hunter didn't exactly care. The german shepherd then got to his paws and wandered off, returning to his spot beneath the sycamore tree. There, he lay down once again; stretched out on his side. The only sign that he was actually alive was the slow rise and fall of his sides.




.png)
.png)























