Silver Creek lightly armored means light on your feet

it is!!

the thing about galloping through the woods, as idealistic as it sounded, was that it was incredibly loud. the crunch of snow, the snap of twigs - even the flat concussion of paw-beats with the earth all vividly and clearly advertised that company was coming.

iliksis poked his head out from the mouth of the den, his gaze falling on a female that at that particularly moment, stretched with a feline dexterity that set him on edge. he had done well so far to resist his more carnal cravings -- but seeing her lithe form, spent and wildly panting as she luxuriously stretched her nubile body, suddenly he was iliksis again -- not the harmless, rather indifferent man that the creek wolves had come to know.

he slithered out from the blackened entryway like a serpent departing the rocky plains of nod; and he had every intention of sinking his fangs in deep, and wrapping his coiling form around her -- up until he remembered his place here, and his goal.

he slowed, his form losing its predatory rigidity. she would see him soon, surely -- best to appear harmless. tacking on a counterfeit look of indifference, the man slowed to a full stop with his head tilted, as if expecting some sort of explanation for why she was gallumphing through the wilderness at god knows what time of night.