Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

She retreats back when he presses forward but it does not last long. Her ears and head are up and she takes a step closer. The distance between them only shortens as he does not back down, staring hard into hers. He does not fear her, does not entertain the idea of packing down. The shards of the boy Asterr had found so many months ago had been left behind, pulled apart by the dark woman for her own selfish use and gain. She'd pick what she wanted and all she left was Ukko's shell.

The mention of his father sends a new spark through him. His chest puffs out even more and his growl roils and turns sour. Surma snorts his amusement that she even brought up the deceased.

"My father never lied to me," he told her, tightening his jaw. His tongue flicks behind his teeth, eager to taste her. "You told me I would not become him but it was just another lie. You did this." She lied to him from the beginning and he'd never been quiet about his upset, staying in her tribe until he'd felt something snap and break off. The remnants of the boy she thinks she rescued died those months ago. The children he'd stayed for sickened him to think about, knowing they are just as much of a lie as she is. Any loved he'd stowed away in reserve for them died out the night of their birth. She'd built their family upon a fallacy and when he fell, he had no where to land.

Surma's nose wrinkles, accentuating the scar on his face. The phantom of hurt in the motion causes him to hold it longer as his teeth promise pain in the pale moonlight.

"You are afraid," he purrs and takes another step forward to test his theory.