Swiftcurrent Creek bleak

Another sharp bite—a wince given and the man rolled over, his features set to a stormy frown. Cygnet was a mystery to him—he was beginning to suspect she was even a mystery to Arlette, who was raising the girl. His head swam for a moment as he cast a glare upon her, a flash of his teeth given in quiet warning. “You’ve got a lot of energy.” He paused, considering. “We’re going to need to find a way for you to get that out of your system.”

Preferably in a way that didn’t have her sinking her puppy teeth into his hind.