Shadowwyn Moor beauty was your armor

well, ridgeback draws on a lofty breath. for starters, i don't know what you want. a twitch of his ear is given, another lift of his lips into an easy and playful smirk. ridgeback's — as far as he was concerned — words were true enough. he could hardly hunt while he wasn't sure what he was meant to hunt. hopefully, the soldier thinks, it is not that crumb whose trail he has already lost ...and is beneath the both of them to even call food.