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

Hackles still prickled, a porcupine for a wolf. Her words pulling at his very core, his muscles.

Are you a good guard?

She moves away and he seeks to see her off. Selfish, angry, coiled with tension. Teased. This time when he moved towards her it was with a sharper purpose. A warning click of his teeth and if she does not heed them he will bring down a hammer unlike any other.

He would not be tested on his own borders.

Not by her, not by any pretty face, not by anybody.