Emberflame Ridge It's going down, I'm yelling TIMBER

snakebrewer.

it was not the name she had given him.  he was unsettled by the way the woman had materialized from the shadow, and he drew his tongue over his lips.  her striking eyes gleamed from beneath her dark pelage, and he noted it, paired with the length of her grin.

he did not like this.

his moonbeam eyes lay on each of them for a second.  he held his position steady, but he lingered on the woman who had introduced herself as tree.

had he fallen into some elaborate trap?  for now, they would carry the benefit of the doubt.