Barrow Fields Barracuda

"Yes," he answered quietly, his adrenaline drained and his virility abated. The coiled muscles in his copper body loosened, and the crocodile entered basking mode so that he might regain the energy he had lost. "And I did not intend his death but I dealt a blow that proved fatal to him." The story of his life, it would seem. Warbone was a weaponized wolf, and he didn't have to think about killing anymore where his body acted on autopilot when it came to his defense. He would not apologize and she didn't seem appalled by his predicament. It was probably the least vile thing he had presented to her since snapping at her, and that was just unfortunate.

He eyed her cautiously, prepared for her to take off again, and also aware of the fact that he wanted her to stay. "Could I have your name?" he asked then, soft and possessive, like the hug of a python.