Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

he felt a surge of curiosity at her words--who had she been speaking to that had been unpleasant? likely aviana, he thought sardonically, though kicking himself a little for it. he ought not to feel so unkindly toward the woman. . .but she had been so elusive, aloof, an enigma!

choosing not to respond to that first bit, aditya answered, his tone mild, "i'm a scout. i like to visit the places surrounding my home. see what they are, who lives where." see whether the southern pack has moved northward, a small voice in his head rang out, but of course he did not mention it to this stranger.

"sorry you had a bad experience at our border," aditya added, finally touching on the subject. "you must have caught someone on a bad day." or, god, the ever-flirtatious engel. . .though she had said girl. . .