Conner
Amery and I walked around a little in the garden and I told her how I met Eden in a little more detail than I had at breakfast. She had laughed at the idea of me sporting a bushman beard.
"Why didn't you just shave it off with your bowie knife thing instead of willingly opting to look like some hobo?" she asked between laughs.
"What can I say? It gets cold at night living in the wilds and it kept my face warm...plus it's not as though I was expecting to stumble across my mate. If I'd have known I would have made an effort, like worn my second most ripped rags" I laughed in return.
'Or combed your hair…still a potato' Colt chimed in.
'Are you seriously still on that?! I was nervous, it's allowed!' my wolf was an asshole and simply snickered in response to me.
After we walked
