Duck Lake karma is the thunder

The way she spoke seemed almost as if she intended to stay longer than the storm—and when he looked back at her, once more his eyes roving over the endearing freckles of her face, he found himself okay with that thought. 

In truth, there was a lot of estrogen around the creek. Which would be fine come the end of breeding season.

Idly, he wondered if she would find herself entertained by Arric and maybe settle the guy a bit more then he was. Away from the siren of the ocean. 

At her response he found himself huffing once more. Anything but boring here, he noted, and he turned his eyes back to the direction of the creek. Can you fight, Eshe?