Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5543592-20150314040041

Perdix approached his horse, conflicted. Had he just screwed up the mission? He'd had one job- help Clan Ghost-Wolf. Hopping into the Matriarch's bed had not been on the itinerary. Why hadn't he taken his own advice? What he'd said to Hist were very ture words. And now he'd either made a mistake or a happy accident. Should he apologize? Would that smooth things over, or make it awkward and worse?

Perdix shoved the thoughts for him mind. Regardless, it didn't matter. He didn't regret a moment of it.

He clambered up into the saddle. And now a second day of riding. His groin had barely recovered from the last.