Bramblepoint a bruise is a lesson... and each lesson makes us better

Jupiter could not help but smile softly at the man as he strode confidently toward the brambles and pushed his way through them. She pretended that she didn’t hear the curses he’d muttered under his breath, or the tufts of his coat that were left floating loosely attached to the sharp points. When the peculiar fellow had found his way to the other side, Jupiter realized that she’d simply been staring at him and it probably wasn’t something he’d taken a liking to.
 
Picking up her pace, the fighter made her way around the thickest parts of the bramble bush and found herself near to where her hunting partner was. Jupiter couldn’t help but to look toward him, letting her gaze trace the markings of his coat and the coloration of it. She’d never seen anyone who looked quite like him before and she believed she found him a little scruffy but still rather handsome.
 
“Do you live around here?” Jupiter whispered much too loud toward Tuathal.