Blackfeather Woods Like summer storms, the skies as grey as leaves.

She hummed a sound of delight as he found his way into the flowers with her. And she would reward him with the touch of her breastbone. The scents rich of Akashingo herbs and earth.

She wondered if he enjoyed it.

Without thought, she rolled onto her side and extended her neck. A reach out towards him where she hoped to be allowed a touch, wherever he might grant permission. Her nose eager to dig through his furs.

She wondered what such a handsome man did here, all alone without clue.

Where would he go when all was said and done?