Swiftcurrent Creek Tidal

He felt Viinturuth’s eyes shift to him—knew the man’s thoughts without having to even turn his head to face him—his bonded brother. Eshe, however, was eager to assist the stranger, and he looked to her now—in her element.

At the question stated with an alluring accent, the man straightened, ears flickering forward, posture still rigid. She was looking to join—even after the less than welcoming greeting they had given her?

“Then you’ll need to tell me more about yourself.”