Redtail Rise But She’s Always a Woman to Me.

lilia seemed to take pains that they remained undisturbed. he followed her, matching speed as they sought a portion of the rise that was not so inhabited.
when the air emptied of most scents, ancelin faced into the breeze, shoulders riffled by the teeth of the a flowing wind that flattened his pelt against his hard body.
"gonna be gone a bit more, at least for a bit," he murmured, seeking her eyes with his own. "but not a stranger. not — absent."