Firestone Hot Springs the bones of the liars, the thieves

He had frightened the child, an unsurprising thing given his total relaxation a moment ago. Had he been familiar with the land he might have let the boy lay content on the rocks, but he was a stranger, a foreigner. He desired to absorb as much information as he could. My apologies, He murmured, a sincere smile on his face. He didn't close the distance between them, instead staying at a comfortable distance, sliding slowly into the pool, stopping right before the red mark on his shoulder. He sighed in delight, his eyes halfclosed.

Oh? He popped open one eye to look at the child. This? He shrugged his marked shoulder in the direction of the brown-furred youth. In my pack, the strongest and the smartest recieve marks.