taltos saw her, and fell silent. like a wraith he slipped from his position, heading along the decline of the mountainside to meet her. she would come to him, he knew, but it was not his place to wait for that. he shook a flurry of clear droplets from his nape and sidled into her presence, breath rising in a plume of steam with his soft chuff of invitation.
she was as beautiful as he recalled, but it was not the typical loveliness that would give a mere man pause. no, she was as her mother — admiring her was as admiring a fine weapon, with sleek curves and and a polished beauty, but it was a true fool who forgot that such was lethal, turning feral in an eyeblink, to rend flesh with bone and splash the ground with blood.
and so he kept a comfortable distance, one satisfactory — he hoped — for the both of them, but lasher let his murky gaze feast openly on her, face filled with all the expression and love that she needed to know.