Swiftcurrent Creek nightshade

Something flashed in her eyes—he couldn’t know, he could never tell what went on in that fiery mind of hers. Perhaps that was what unnerved him the most of her—intrigued him the most. The alleged gratitude was dry like sarcasm, and he felt a huff escape him, eyes aflame as he watched her walk past him, outside from the den and away.

A furrow of his brow—she wanted him to explain what he wanted?

“You insisted you repay a debt. You heal while you’re here.” A pause—his tongue pressing to the back of his teeth as he contemplated her words. “Why don’t you tell me what your plans are, Muskrat?”

He slid closer to her—eyes narrowed upon her as he stole one more quick glance to the injured ankle. “Do you not have a home to return home to, little panther?” Is that what this was about?