Redtail Rise they left a swimming pool of salted crimes, crimes

Prophet's mind was an uncomfortable arena. Flushed with more hormones than he cared to have, but still he could not ignore the sensation that lingered in his bones.

Especially as a figure lingered on their borders.

He inhaled, deep and slow. Prepared to pierce them with teeth if they came too close — although truthfully they already seemed too close. It's the figure of a woman though.

For a moment he thought of Marina.

This was not her.

So he moved on swift legs, hackles prickled with seasonal agitation. The sound a whine on the breeze. He was headed straight for her and no words escaped him to announce his arrival.