Bearclaw Valley And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

He lowered himself further in response to Astara's proximity, submitting himself to her exploration of his lanky frame. He was captivated by her quiet, her lack of words. She said so much with so little—no wonder Merrick had been taken by her! And the pups. . .oh, he would protect these babes with his life.

Orson, the other woman said, and he was shaken out of his reverie, turning his eyes to her. Orson, he repeated, and his ears canted forward. So not an absolute loyalty, then. One of convenience. One so as long as Merrick provided, she would stay. He would have to watch her carefully. He would have to warn. . .

Fraser glanced at the blackbird near his side, wondering what her opinion of the newcomer was.