Arrow Lake [m] cool about it

the first to approach was a young man, hardly more than a boy. polite, with a fetching accent, he exhibited none of the usual grasping masculinity which accompanied such scenes. this she liked. the second was undeniably a man, and in his prime, with a pretty coat and an appealing voice. wren gestured and silvertongue sidled forward to exchange breath first with the boy, and then the man. but when she took his scent, it made for her the decision, at least one. the older of the pair was a perfect stranger to her, but the valley and the creek were wound to his pelt. he would be far too close should their paths cross again, and there was a high chance of that given the proximity of their packs. and this younger man; would he even know what to do? silvertongue supposed he could be taught. her body moved against that of wren, and their eyes met in silent communion.