Swiftcurrent Creek sweeper

It was insight she had given him perhaps without even knowing—the moral compass displayed when the prospect of taking the meal from a pregnant she-wolf from a pack she did not know troubled her.

That was all the pay back he needed—truly. It was nice to see not everyone out there was a complete asshole.

It was when she straightened—accepting the offer and then determined to pay him back. The offer quirked his lips upward—his gaze lifting to the sky for a moment as a cloud drifted over the sun, casting the shadows of the trees.

“Pay me back, hm? You gonna scare another rabbit into my home?”

There was a pause in his words, his gaze drifting back to study her soft features. “You been traveling long?”