Silvertip Mountain Mind of Stone, Heart of Glass

fading is good with me! maybe they can have a current one?

She met his laugh with a playful glare that promised some kind of retribution if he kept things up. The way he watched her move made her stomach tighten, but she still only offered him the teasing look. One day, the teasing might push her too far, but for now, she did kind of like it, even if it left her frustrated and wanting.

And when he was ready to move the kill, she would help him heave it down the mountain and to the borders of her forest. It would make a good meal for the pack, and she could tell them her friend—for lack of a better word—helped her kill it. She really was thankful the thing hadn't found its way down into her territory. They had young pups who would have been vulnerable to the creature. But it was no longer a problem thanks to Donovan, and her of course.