
The buck paced back and forth. He wasn't nervous, or anxious, or worried ... He just wanted to make a good impression. It wasn't everyday someone asked him to protect them as they traveled the swamp. In fact, this was the first time! With things being what they were these days he suspected it would happen more often and he'd finally feel like he was living up to the life he'd dreamed for himself.
So, he waited.
. . .
She was late.
Ruriska wrote:Feel free to toss whomever! He'll roll with it.