Hushed Willows world enough, and time

It was only after he made his offer that he read the truth in her eyes: she was pleased he'd come back to her, although why this might be was a mystery to the dusty traveller. All the same, he was willing to take whatever he could get where Eleuthera was concerned, and just as quickly affected an expression of mischief to complement her self-satisfied mien. There was his little troublemaker — the one he'd met by surprise on the mountain, shortly after meeting her ingenue doppleganger.

"As you say," he agreed in a voice that burred low like growl, but his teeth were flashed in a grin rather than a snarl as he smoothed down the fur at the nape of her neck with a few not-quite-chaste kisses. But as they were hovering at the borders of a pack of unknown disposition and membership, this was where Kincaid drew his line, and he pulled back to smile down at her in earnest pleasure, his tail flicking lazily as she confessed he'd crossed her thoughts since their parting.

He, of course, had been thinking of her all too often.

"Well," he said, somewhat flustered, and quickly realized he'd opened his mouth once again without knowing what he wanted to say. He was flattered she'd thought of him at all, and too caught up in that to think of anything clever to say. "Here I am."

He cleared his throat and carried on, pretending that hadn't been just about the silliest thing he could've said. "You still up for that tour?"