Anne part 1
We are now near the border of the wastelands, in a territory deemed to dangerous by both humans and beastkin alike, a young, beautiful and tall woman stood in front of a young man that could only be described as scruffy.
No matter how much effort Anne put into cleaning him, his clothes were dirty and because of the ever present dust, as soon as she cleaned him he was covered with a new layer of dirt. She looked at him with her hands on her hips as if she was scolding him, but she was actually just trying to get him to listen to her.