Lion Head Mesa Krýo

The firelight wolf rolled her eyes at him and rose, stuffing the greenery into the side of his mouth, impatient surely. Arsenio blinked with surprise, momentarily stunned. This sensation did not last long, of course.

It took only a moment for the auburn guard to draw the leaves onto his tongue and grin a cavalier show of teeth. He savored the taste of Tamar and swallowed the leaves after finding them distasteful to chew. When he had cleared his mouth of the medicine taste, Arsenio wondered if the firelight woman would send him away. He did not want her to ignore him, to go back to the queen as if they had not shared that time together.

Do you wish for me to go?

Arsenio watched her closely.