Heron Lake Plateau [M] the red and the black

He didn't reply to her words, but he didn't have to. She knew he'd heard them, and she hoped that he would take them to heart. He was a Redhawk, after all -- he was hers -- and he belonged here. A strange heat radiated from his body, though she was entirely unaware of its origins. Something nagged at the back of her mind, some instinct telling her that something was amiss, but she ignored it. She remained as she was for a few moments until he spoke again, telling her of a girl he'd met but had fought with. "That's a shame," she commented as she sat back, looking once again up at this face. "What happened?"