Swiftcurrent Creek made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

His presence was infuriating, and although she tried to ignore it, she couldn't. She hadn't even made it halfway to the stream by the time she'd had enough. With an irritated snarl, she whirled to face him and snapped her jaws in warning, even though he kept himself at a distance.

I need time alone—go away, she snapped.