Silvertip Mountain Heating up

The two carried on. There was little in their movements to suggest they had seen him. Mason stayed where he was, tensed. The black swarthy male lifted up on Zaria's leg. Te agouti female had a grip on Steady's scruff. That was the way around he preferred it. An odd husky perfume drifted in a haze over the sceneand Mason found it enticing but h kept his head. He was over Zaria and the thoughts entering his head were silly. He concentrated mostly on Steady. 

Mason waited to see if the pawn would topple his queen.