Swiftcurrent Creek unmake the wild light

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Her composed, curious audience was the only thing inhibiting his baser instincts. He could tell she was ready for a sudden turn of events, and so was he. Vehiron traced her not-so-elusive readiness, but beyond that, he did nothing more. He merely observed her as a possible ally...or enemy. He would play the unruffled initiator in this soiree because of the bigger picture; the potential of their coalition, her fealty. Question was, would she be worth it in the long run? Currently, she did not look all that impressive, but there was...something. He could not quite put his paw on it, and that is what kept him rooted before her, his eyes non-intrusively inquisitive.            “What makes you say that?” came his veracious repartee, scarcely audible over the sound of the river. Vehiron felt he belonged elsewhere – preferably upon the mountain peaks over yonder, where Tartok would stake their claim. Soon, all of the denizens would know of them...including the shade before him. “And you,” he went on, “seem terribly out of place.” She smelled of nothing – no one – but the crisp, untamed wild. Whereas he was claimed, and stronger because of it.