Sun Mote Copse but you're holding me like water in your hands

colt was annoyed to find that they'd come to a quarrel so soon, but he figured that was why he wasn't cut out for any of this. wasn't it nice of him to offer the hunting, in return for keeping him too blissfully exhausted to think about the isle?
"never was in doubt." entranced by the curve of her hips, colt plucked the bird, spat feathers opposite both of them, and cracked the small bones in efficient bites.
doing something nice felt a lot like making you feel obligated. but briggs could leave anytime he wanted, and right now he wanted to stay.
he passed his tongue over his lips, the flavor of blood piquing his other hungers as his crimson eyes moved over wren with admiration.