Sleepy Fox Hollow cowboy

Leaving Prowler to her own devices, Fiona set off from her daytime resting spot for a hunt. She came up with a fat rabbit, but it was not for her own belly. Instead, she approached the spot she had last seen the intriguing—if not a little bit haughty—male she had encountered some months ago. She could not say why she returned, only that she felt she owed herself the soothing of her own curiosity.

She set the rabbit down, took several steps backward, then called for the nameless stranger (or whoever might be nearby and could point her in the right direction). If he wanted to chase her off, she would be ready for that scenario, but winter drew its cold fingers around her, and she sought the company of others to help her through the worst of it. Even with her fur grown out thick, it was clear she had shed a few pounds.