Meadowlark Prairie Stay wild, moon child

The croon made the flesh on her neck raise, her hackles stiffening as she turned to face the dark woman expressionlessly. The words made her skin scrawl and a surge of adrenaline hit her briefly, bordering on panic. Do not touch me or I will wipe that smug look off your face. 

Kinvara didn't speak, staring at the stranger with glittering ruby eyes that gleamed in the moon's light. Cocking a brow at the sarcastic terms of endearment, Kin waited to see what this stranger would do next.