Sun Mote Copse Comfortable, not drinking too much

eshamun smirked at the grin that unfurled across khalba's handsome features; he fell into step alongside her and they travelled in silence for a time before the woman's mouth watered at the scent of a nearby kill and she drew her consort toward it silently.

the great form of a bear moved slowly between the tree-boles -- eshamun froze, her ears cupping forward as her hackles rose. "khalba," she whispered, "come away." whatever meat the bear held was not worth their lives, not when fish could be caught from the stream that ran through the midst of the copse they had claimed.