Blackfeather Woods madhatter teaparty

  A growl comes from the male, followed by some choice words and his name. His sudden protectiveness was interesting to her. She liked that. No one had ever cared for her this much, so it was a privilege. And obviously Grimnir had some kind of affection for her. But if he wanted her, he had to earn it. Earn her interest. Earn her love. 

  She sat down once again, watching him depart.

  One way or another you will be mine, Lusa - my little killer.

 Little killer. It reminded her of what her father used to call her. The man who had made her a killer. But the memory was far off. She now watched him as he hesitated to leave. Why? She chuckled and shook her head. "Oh, Grim. I can't allow you to just tell me that I'm yours." She walked after him and swerved in the front, blocking him. "I should be the one making that decision, not you." Though her expression was serious, her words had mischief in them. She took a step closer, sniffing his neck, and up to his face.