Duck Lake so i started courting kate mccannon

he was taken by surprise in aria's arrival; his ears fell flat to his bludgeon-like skull, and a flicker of his gaze communicated the brief alarm he must have felt -- to be taken unawares by another's approach.

it was not constantine -- he was relieved, and then overjoyed, to see the stark form of the very woman that possessed his every waking thought.

her posture this time seemed more affable - the tilt of her delicate head almost friendly in its inquisition. thorn's tail stirred to see such a change over the pale woman, for he had been under the impression he had left her cold on more than one occasion.

"aria," he breathed, sheathing neither his surprise nor his delight. "will you hunt with me?"