Swiftcurrent Creek Indigo

His gaze stayed on the waters for the longest time—knowing if he looked back to her to study her, he would wish to devour the space between them more. Resistance was far easier when it came when he was not caught off guard—and far easier when he wasn’t caught in the allure of mystery.

Her invitation drew his gaze back—a sweep of a lovely paw, the reveal of a berry stirred an arch of his brow. If there had been any doubt prior to the lands she hailed from, it was eradicated now.

Only then did he note the pouch—and his own lips hinted to a smirk.

“Why not,” he noted, his own limbs stalking closer before he slid to lay down—respecting her—respecting her space. “But only if you tell me what that berry might be, Eset.”