Emberflame Ridge skill, not emotion, sends my arrow flying

     Embry cocked his ears at the female's smile. He shifted slightly; perplexed. This was admittedly odd behavior for a wolf of guile. Why the sudden amiability? The abrupt exposure was mildly disturbing.

     Thus, the brute did not waver. He only narrowed his tepid, oceanic gaze. Whatever it was she was trying to do, it only made him stand firmer ground. If he had learned anything in this business, it was to remember the goal.