Lion Head Mesa Pólemos II

A moment of hesitation before Tamar nodded her head and approached him. Her silence did not bother him.

Arsenio grabbed one of the leaf-wrapped offerings and placed it between his paws. The chill of the wind bit against him, her touch created goosebumps along his skin. When her jaw pressed against him and ground the tightened muscles, the Greek exhaled a long breath through his nose. His teeth found the meat and he made quick work of it, chewing and swallowing until he felt the lump of it lodge in his throat and drag slowly downward.

Tamar, the man almost choked her name. He coughed softly, an attempt to clear his throat and force the food down. Arsenio did not know what he wished to say to the autumn maid. He knew only that he liked her presence, so close to his body that he could smell the leaf-fragrance of her coat.