Shadowwyn Moor beauty was your armor

i was planning on feeding me, with that.

the stranger counters, injecting sharpened points on a few key words. there is a challenge in the other's eyes that brings it with a familiar, rushing warmth of what could only be written as a thrill thru him. that crumb? ridgeback inquires with a snort and a dismissive wave of his paw, continuing to tease. not necessarily with the intention of being cruel but in a way that too closely resembles how a young boy might tease a girl he finds pretty about the ribbons in her hair; border-lining flirtatious.

he enjoys the chase, truth be told ...for situations that involve prey and otherwise. ambition would not allow him to settle for anything less — even though he was not above stealing a meal already caught and claiming it for his own ( as per the poor golden eagle he chased away from the bighorn in an earlier thread ). no doubt. ridgeback murmurs in agreement with a slow forming grin twitching at the corners of his lips.