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

she knew what she was doing, keeping his eyes on her. but the small talk rankled colt; if it had been anyone else, he might have snapped 'who the hell cares?' briggs lived in the here and now; her mention of his pack and her quicksave explanation had him suspicious now. damn him for being a fool; they always did this when he came to them in season.
but colt felt padded by the contract of 'no fathers, no seeking' they'd laid out between them. "only joined fer another cowpoke. not much for packs. git along jest fine alone."
his scarlet eyes leered; little by little he glided closer, running his tongue along the ankle of one hindpaw. 
did wren want him to ask what was east? colt chose not to comment, assuming that next she'd invite him along.
instead he blew warm breath over her instep and kept up his caress, hoping to definitely shift their discourse to something different.