Shadowwyn Moor beauty was your armor

oh yes, that crumb. not all are tall, dark and handsome—alamar only fits two of those descriptions, if any were to ask him. height has always been a sour note, however, from where he is from, not everyone is a titan—primarily due to the strong intermingling of coyote blood. the vole wouldn’t have filled him, but it is better than nothing, and he nearly had it—if it weren’t for this meddling warrior.
a huff escapes his lips, a brief twitch however shifts the breath into a short lived chuckle.
and you do? edged with the challenge of show me then.