Trust. Something he was very willing to give me and something I'd taken from him just because of a few suspicions.
"Thank you" I said, fighting a guilty flush.
He suddenly walked ahead of me and turned to face me so he was walking backwards.
"Have you ever tried tree hopping?" He asked.
"No. What's tree hopping? Exactly what it sounds like?" I asked.
He nodded. "Yup. I love doing it back home. You feel like a monkey just swinging from tree to tree. Only you're not really swinging, you're jumping"
I laughed at the excitement in his eyes.
"But what if you lose your footing or miscalculate a step?" I asked with a raised brow.
"You won't. You're a werewolf, your balance is almost perfectly precise. And even if you do you'd still land on your feet. Plus, I'd catch you"
