Hushed Willows panacea

And follow he did, quick to allow this woman this valkyrja to take the lead, though it was not like he had much choice in the matter. Rather than hem and haw, the autumnal kona took the decision into her own jaws and shook it with an aggression he could admire, much like he admired the sway of her backside as they roved through the willows back towards where the scents of the faeries were strongest. Perhaps it was the thrill of a battle that ran through him, or the draw of a strong woman, but there were desires in the man that ran deeper than the lust for the death of a predator.

He would not remain so distracted, though, for as they crossed the threshold into truly unclaimed territory, Stjornuati would focus, hackles rising along his spine as he lifted his head to scent at the air. A glance cast the woman's way, looking to her to see what she wanted to do. She was the predator's focus, after all.