Otter Creek obsidian

treva was lost and bored.

it was an awful combination for the woman who craved excitement. ursus had been...the wrong brand of excitement. but it was fine, she just skedaddled.

over the mountains into...wherever this was. not important.

especially not important as she spotted a lone male. he didn't smell of just himself — actually? he smelled...kind of delightful. foreign scents tingling in her nose.

my, my, my... she drawled out with a grin as she strolled along the creek opposite side to him.