Blacktail Deer Plateau for you did murder kate mccannon

the brute halted in his approach, for the pale creature had lifted her slender jaws, and motioned in a quiet flick with her head - an entreat to stop.

the male obliged, though his brow was vexed briefly by confusion that quickly dissipated. perhaps she was not used to men - or perhaps, a man had hurt her. thorn seemed to soften in care, though the mention of stigmata brought a new perkiness to his expression. his tail lightly stirred in response, but he kept his distance.

"aye," he affirmed, finding he could not identify the scent that clung to her pelt. "who are you?"