Swiftcurrent Creek Precious and Fragile Things

With a slight release of his breath, he hid a smile. Dovev's pale chips of eyes left her face and drifted past her shoulder to the wide expanse of ankle-length grass, and farther down, the silver band of the creek. The fog had lessened and the air was warming, a slight breeze carrying the sun's meager heat towards his pelt. His ears turned away as Bazi asserted her title, and at least there was no waver of confidence in her tone. He wasn't expecting any other physical retribution- he may have had a slightly haughty demeanor, but wasn't pushing any of the boundaries. Dovev responded with a lowering of his head.
No. I've come to join your ranks.