Hideaway Strath [M] How loud are the drums of war

Sometimes playing and other times rough.

By the time dawn was approaching she rested beside him below a tree happy and sore all over. she knew he'd have to leave soon, Knowing where he was going when he did have to leave her she should have been frustrated, angry, and or jealous and yes if she saw him with ‘her’ she’d be jealous but for now she watched from below tired lowered lids; Her body warm and tingly content. She knew he smelled of her as much she of him, she rolled on her back and her eyes drifted closed.