Sleepy Fox Hollow i am going to cover myself with ashes of you and nobody's gonna give a damn

She questions his intent and his ears fall back on his head. His gaze doesn’t break away once he’s made contact again and this time, a few steps are put in her direction. A weary travel he is now, but his limbs are still strong and he’s still fast, and so he prepares should she duck and run off. She carries the benefit of knowing these lands better than he does, but that doesn’t stop the drive in his groin that grows. Where her question should make him think about his intention and why he wants to go, he instead focuses on how to get what he wants and deal with the consequences later.

“Does it matter?” he says, voice turned smokey and hush, and he takes a few more sweeping and smooth steps to close the distance.