Swiftcurrent Creek frog

Amusement curled her lip up—that same fire simmering in her gaze as she brazenly stared at him—as if daring him. She knew his thoughts—clearly, she had been with another before. His jaw set, he felt his own darkening smirk barely pull at the corner of his lips. “Tha thu na dhuilgheadas, tha fios agam air.”

Gruffly, he took the proffered bundle of fish, quietly impressed in the manner of her packaging it for their healer.

One last skimming glance—he set off in the direction of the garden, where he assumed Arlette would be.