Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

Okay so they went through the usual rundown - caches, border specifics, whatever. The usual rundown? He thought suddenly, as if I've done this a hundred times before. Pfft. Except he hadn't. Just once before, and that hadn't ended very well. This would work out better because he had his sister to lean on and a brother to annihilate, or so he thought now. Ambrose wasn't aware of this yet but his month-long stint as a Redhawk wouldn't win any bets.

When she mentioned a person named Raven he perked up a little, and made sure to mentally repeat the information so it got ingrained to his memory. Raven was the medic and the alpha, so he'd have to make extra nice with them.

What did you do? was a loaded question but he didn't miss a beat.

Niamh and I always tried to out-do each other, we've always been competitive like that, he explained easily enough, but then hesitated before leading in to the next stage of his life: I joined up with a band of guys my age for a while and that was a blast, until my brother showed up and screwed with things. Literally. But that was a sore spot for Ambrose so he didn't get too detailed about it.

I'm good at everything. Hunting is a necessity, and sparring has always been a good way to blow off steam. What about you, do you ever get in to fights? Could probably hold your own, his gaze slid across her figure in a lingering fashion before his grin reset itself, and he waited to see if she'd flinch away from him or shrink like one of her little flowers.