Stone Circle Well now I know that I'm the fuel and she's the spark.

A playful growl rumbled at the back of his throat at her playful tug, he was of half a mind to shrug her off and turn the tables. But he remained where he was, fighting hard push down his grin and appear the ferocious and serious man she had fallen for. “Only when I concentrate?” The wink he threw over his shoulder, belayed his serious act.

“I was after the most elusive prey, a graceful creature of silver and copper. She wandered this way not to long ago.” He flicked his head slightly, indicating the tracks in the snow. Or at least what was left after the unpredictable tumble. “Apparently this being is quite beautiful.” Siarut whispered softly, leaning his head back against hers. “Have you seen her?” He pulled back, tilting his head in question. Despite his attempts his grin returned, a cheeky quirk glinting in his gaze.