Blacktail Deer Plateau the emerald necklace

what an asshat :/

hungry. the word gave him pause. he did not fathom himself as being ravenous, though his appetites ran toward stamina and continuation — eyes lit with the slow burn of a smile and he halted the movement of his paws to regard her. when presented with such delicious choices, it is hard to keep oneself from hunger. but i would not snap you up, my fox; no, lasher murmured softly, swampwater eyes tracing the fine, delicate lines of her proud jaw. such a meal is meant to be savoured, even unto the last bite.

flashing a cheeky grin at the woman, taltos turned his attention to their path. i will show you where the brook runs, if you are so inclined, he invited, moving at a leisurely pace. perhaps fox would mull over his offer; perhaps she would not. at any length, lasher would remain affectionate toward her, for she had brought a bright flash of colour to their still-heated relationship.