Bearclaw Valley succubus

Piper really didn’t like his response. She scrunched her nose up and drew her tail to stand taller at her rear. There was a defiant glint in the champagne color of her eyes; one that could not be missed. The Redleaf girl’s youth afforded her a fiery snapback when she felt as though she had the ground to do so. Then again, it didn’t seem as though her age had much to do with it.

“Well, she’s my aunt so, you got the next best thing, buster,” Piper claimed. She glanced back over her shoulder and searched the valley for signs that Indra might approach the loner on their borders. Even the wind seemed to lack the scent of the woman. Piper thought she might have been tending to Merrick.

“What’s your name, anyway?”