Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

He was losing patience and energy. He was already spent from the running and now he was stuck up against a man protecting his girl. Challenging him. 
He started shouting, then, not really thinking of who would show up. 
But, oh, there was someone already on their way. 

”You are not mine! I want her. She is my precious...” He paused in his raving, softening his tone and clearing his voice. He was normal for the few heartbeats it took to say the words, ”I will look after her well.”
His eyes settled in the girl, a soft sigh escaping like a summer breeze. 

Another appeared, dark and white merged. She looked so warm. So powerful yet slightly imperfect. Something wasn’t right for him ( picky eater ). His gaze caught hers as if he were enticed by a siren, taking a sucession of short steps forward. His ears splayed at her voice, unlike the snowflake. Without the unknown accent and sweet, soft. Made of silk. 

His attention snapped back the the tall man and suddenly realised the situation. He cowed, tail tucking. But he still turned to oogle at the females he was protecting, and impulsively tried to draw in the dark girl,
”Well say, there’s a another pretty dweller here. Sweet like honey but as hurtful as the creator I assume.” 
Her devilish smirk hadn’t gone unnoticed. She was trouble and he relished it. 
Relished her.