Otter Creek My love, she keeps me warm

Rivet's rumbling stomach answered for her and Turq grinned as her eyes slid sideways from the creek to her partner's face. "Riv's got a rumbly in her tumbly," she teased, then lightly bit down on her tongue as she thought of what sort of dinner to scrounge up for the two of them.

In the spirit of their declarative sentiments, she asked, "What would you prefer, my dear, seafood or a nice leg of buck?" Of course, she was much more likely to take down some rabbits rather than a stag, yet that wouldn't sound nearly as grand or romantic. And, right now, she would do anything—including singlehandedly felling a buck—for Rivet DeMonte.