Alpine Lake circles

Meadow shifted her weight at the mention of his brother—he traveled with another. Was his brother equally as intense? The flutter in her heart had her wondering if she would be able to handle such a thing.

His invitation was not unwelcome though it did not offer her the lifestyle she wished to continue. Yet traveling with a band of brothers certainly held more appeal than trying to maneuver through the valley alone when winter was on their doorstep.

“Ansi rau…” Again, butchered, she allowed the words to die on her tongue, blinking at him and feeling the equivalent of a little mouse. “What does that mean?”

His question was not likely to be answered with something he approved of, but her eyes were still upon the intensity of his own, drifting so often to study his rakish appearance. Had she not been so monumentally frightened of him in so many ways, she might have considered how handsome he was.

“I hunt. Small prey,” she tacked on, her muzzle tilting only slightly. “You don’t seek a pack?”