Bearclaw Valley Says he’s broke

"you are the great show, pandora."
his voice was war-roughened. "find the coyote. bring it here. kill it before ursus."
he lapped at ragged lips; "i want you stained with blood. mussed. i want to know you worked and not in a way for your own pleasure;" yes, he remembered;
remembered his own temptation stirring in his body;
there was a second now: he wanted to press his teeth against the great vein in pandora's throat.
"perhaps you'll earn a scar. they're favoured currency around here."
the bearwitch chuckled but his eye was trained completely upon the seductive little poisoner.