Sun Mote Copse haters gonna hate

His glinted eyes fell to her as she came—rather quickly, at least, he admitted quietly to himself—and he prepared to let loose his anger at her when his eyes fell upon the injuries that adorned her dark form… and he felt the wind of his rage quickly dissipate to weariness.

“Yeah,” he snorted gruffly, his eyes snapping back to study her face as his brows pulled down in contemplation. “Hungry cat,” was the only answer he gave her—it should be enough. He was less interested in himself, though.

“What the fuck were you thinking scaling over the landslide? You could have killed yourself.”