Barrow Fields Arsonist's Lullabye

If Briar had been a mind reader he would have been able to identify his desert roving imp. The little, wide-eyed she-devil that proved his (begrudgingly admitted) savior. Of course, he was not gifted with telepathy.

Briar was, however, gifted with large ears. Multicolored eyes narrowed as his eyes lingered on her. Metaphorically pinning her to the dish as he studied her. Her initial unease had not gone unnoticed, nor did her strained politeness. Unsurprisingly, he had overstayed his welcome. Briar rose to his paws. By all means, don't stay on my account. I'm not in as big of a rush, but don't let that stop you.