Silver Moraine VII

She turned to stare the direction he pointed. She wasn't familiar with it. Blueberry returned her eyes to his and shrugged, shaking her head. So not here, she surmised—obviously, she chastised herself.

Her eyes roamed along his rugged muscles, the little bits of scar tissue sending his pelt off in whorls here and there. Are you a fighter?

She remained silent for a moment, then added, Can you teach me?

Might as well give it a shot. She took a few more steps closer upon the moraine, gaze easy enough but unmistakably keen upon his face.