Rising Sun Valley skwila

the redstained ears slanted in clear dismay and surprise; heda turned to see the large wolf stalking after her. any other time she would have noticed no more detail than this; however, the moments that passed thereafter caught her eyes wandering to his own, to the stony jawline, to the broad chest and the muscles which signalled a life lived, things accomplished.
what she perceived as loathing in the goldcoin eyes was as deep as her anger.
"i have taken nothing of yours, or walked after something you believe belongs to you," she growled when she had taken more distance, and still he pressed along. "stop following me." in all this, heda did not shift fully to look at him; she tossed her words over an angular shoulder with disdain.