Lion Head Mesa The sun doesn't give light to the moon assuming the moon's gonna owe it one

Surprise painted his expression, his eyebrows lifting a little. He had not expected such a forward answer—or a selfless one. The surprise melted away, leaving heat in his gaze and a sultry curve to his lips. 

He followed silently as she led him farther into the territory, his gaze shifting occasionally to watch the shifting of muscle under her skin as she moved. Anticipation warmed his blood as she nodded to a packmemeber and continued to lead him down below the mesa. As distracted as he was, he did not fail to notice the eyes watching them from the darkness. He pinned the observation to the back of his mind for now, more interested in the pair of eyes that continued to pull him to some unknown place. 

When she asked for his name, a low, gravely chuckle rumbled from his chest. You've forgotten already? he asked, clearly not upset she hadn't remembered. Kallik, he offered, remnants of a smile pulling one corner of his lips. His eyes scanned the area around them, both out of habit and from intrigue. Lovely, he said after a few moments, as if she had been waiting for his opinion.