Larksong Grotto You're sweet, my dear

She softened to him, but her words made him wish to recoil in anger. He didn't though, and instead stayed put. She was not his to lose. He swallowed hard as he felt torn between this moment of temptation and the regrets of his past life.

The pang of jealousy was familiar to him, but Marcus realized it was uncalled for. This was her life, not his. As she rounded to the other side of his flank, Marcus broke out of his trance. Greedily her followed her, nose to tail, mouth open to drink her in. 

"Are you going to stand still?" He snorted playfully, now circling the female as if he was sizing her up to look for her weakest point.