Frost stretched his arms above his head with a yawn. They brushed up against his antlers and for a lazy moment, he let them hang there. He'd been spending alot of time around a particular centauress named Marianne and though he thought her a complete ball buster, she had a doll quality about her that kept him coming back.
But strays dogs don't stay forever and here he was, walking on the outskirts of Tree Haven in the early morning dew. His business had taken a turn for the worse since his misgivings with that woman and since he didn't have enough money to buy a whore, he was going 'hunting' instead.
"My, my, miss. You have a quite a nice rack there." He grinned, smiling charmingly to a baker's apprentice. She obviously had never been complimented before for she dropped the tray of rolls and ran back inside out of embarrasment. "Hmm, oh well. Her nose was too big anyway."
