Redhawk Caldera flintstar

teya snickered, nipping toward his chest to waken the man, but gently so. "to me!" came her insistent voice as she ducked around bronco's sleepy paw.
in the half-light, she gazed at the scarring upon his face. bronco held a past into which teya had never questioned, but that did not mean she was not without her deep curiosity.
and perhaps worry. the heart of the man she loved so deeply did not reflect those scars, or perhaps he had only learned how to hide them.
that made two of them.