Hushed Willows isumanguruk

Kigipigak wanted to rip the smug look off of her face. She'd moved a little so that there was more space and it stopped him from seeing it, but there was no mistaking the manner of her speech. He lifted his lip again when she called him pet and all the while Kigipigak knew she was only goading him further, getting the rise out of him like she wanted. He was playing right in to her desires. Someone to poke and prod for entertainment.

She licked her lips and confirmed his suspicions, the attempt to verbally joust with her failed terribly as she took full ownership of her behavior. Kigipigak wanted to try again and the first thing that came to mind was, there are no men here to play with. That wasn't what he'd meant, so he held his tongue a moment.

Then with a small rumble in his throat Kigipigak stepped away from Valmua to force them apart. He said, The boy you lured, then? What could you gain from him—besides disappointment. A venereal disease? But he knew what she'd garnered; it had been a show, watching the two idiots fight over her. Kigipigak was done fighting. She was not worth the bloodshed.