Silver Creek To build a home

the charmer had made a great effort to familiarize himself with the creek and its surrounding territories. he had already found a fondness within him for the shadowed wood that circled around the terrain and offered something of a peaceful little hideaway. though he didn't want to admit it, it was truly a good place to call their own. grayson had always had a knack for finding them – people, places – and though harrison would never admit that to his brother's face without a sneer and a condescending tone, he had often thought it to himself.

padding along the edge of the creek, the charmer allowed his frame to drift toward the water and his limbs to sink into the soft sands. in another life, he might have belonged to the ocean. as it was, he much preferred the company of the tall trees and the creatures that called them home. there was something to be said for how secure they made things feel, even though they were only just part of the landscape. he had always imagined himself among the wood, and he did not see why that could not happen.

the wind shifted and carried the scent of a stranger to him.

harrison turned his attention toward it and latched his sights on the shape of a dark stranger. her scent did not belong to them – yet. with a careful pace, the charmer began to make his way to where she was. he approached with a standard swaggering gait and a lopsided grin that seemed to dominantly lift one half of his features. when he had closed a great deal of distance between them, harrison released a quiet chuff of greeting and waited to see if the dark woman might respond.