Hushed Willows world enough, and time

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Call in the future? Eleuthera could not help but cast Kincaid a deeply pleased smirk. It was only at that point Eleuthera felt confident that his heart and intentions matched hers — that a kindred spirit lay close, perfectly complimentary. She definitely did not pick up on any incongruity between the two reddened wolves, one of vibrant hue and the other muddy and travelworn. She figured that Orlaith was being Orlaith, and Kincaid was being Kincaid… and if she liked them both perfectly fine, then why would they not like each other?

Her mind played at the idea of Kin scrapping, and she found herself entranced by it. She couldn’t say specifically why, as she was not a woman inclined to violence, but the way he tracked her down and hovered over her and now pledged himself to fight with her Faeries — it stoked something very primal deep within her. She had a very strong urge to see this fighting wrangler; not to get hurt or harmed in any way, but just to see what the old dog could do.

Eleuthera said nothing, for once, and turned to look at Orlaith.