Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

tamar would have been grateful to know the stranger thought of her.

they spoke. she heard the sound of their voices and documented what was said. otherwise she remained close at hand, ready to be loosed upon their prey or commanded to another part of the hunt.

behind arsenio, she was free to at last look at him with the attention he gave her. his hard figure was brilliant beneath his robes, and the way he put his attention on the other hunter was not warm. the guard protected.

her belly warmed. she lowered her head to sniff at a grass-tuft.