Kintla Flatlands As long as I have air to breathe, I'm fine

sunspots came closer and tavina stepped back, eyeing him with distaste. not because he was an outsider, but because he was a man. he was brazen and forward with none of the respect to which she had become accustomed.

but he was also young, and rather wild. "you can hunt at night with white fur," she commented. "but yes, mine is best for that. such a shame i'm not much of a hunter then."

she peered beyond him toward the lake. "are you staying there? moving on?"