Redsand Canyon Until tomorrow comes, this is how we run

<3

His name was not a family name. It was simply the name he took from the tree he slept under. The dark wood had stirred a feeling he couldn't describe and he had stayed near it.

I chose it. His answer clipped, to the point as all things with him were. Better to be blunt than not. It just got rid of all the bull. Lucky for her had she even said her name he wouldn't of even known it. Didn't know the she wolf who had growled at him.

Her breathy nature and voice drew him pause as he wondered briefly what she wanted. He studied her now with shrewd ice blue eyes. The innocence and naivety that wafted off her was endearing he supposed, yet a red flag. 

If he had been a man he'd have raised a brow. Instead he spoke quietly. Boredom is never good. What would you like to do? Fish, hunt, spar, or something else entirely? though what else he was afraid of the answer. She spelled trouble.