Sunspire Mountains blood-waltz

he couldn't understand -- it had certainly seemed like a fight, and that was what he and Eilidh had assumed when they ran away. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her again how she knew his father, but Cas didn't want to give the bear-woman the satisfaction of refusing him outright, instead of silently as she had done before. 

instead, he took a couple of bold steps in her direction, nostrils flaring as he took her scent. "you smell like .... milk," he muttered, not truly understanding the way that the feminine body worked in that regard just yet. "and you know where i am from," the Mayfair child added. "do you live in these mountains or far away?"