Greatwater Lake [m]I feel her filth in my bones

She elbowed the brute when she felt the prick of his teeth, but smiled at him nonetheless. “Okay, sugar, you’re not a softie. And, if you’re not going to move, I will.” Before he could react, she snaked out from below him, splashing water in her wake. The minx didn’t dare look back, though she still sent a laugh behind her.

Oh, he’d get her for that, she was sure of it.

Menthe had come closer and her playful demeanor set the coyote a bit more at ease, her next words earned her a giggle and an eyebrow wag. “You know, I have no idea how I bagged this one. But, you don’t see me complaining! Lord, the way he knows his way around a coyote—shoo!” She made a show to fan herself, the dramatics on overdrive.

“Say, honey, you got some boys for this gal? Oh, I could totally help you look for some, if not, Menthe! Maybe my luck will rub off on you. If you’ve got nothing to do or nowhere to be, come with us. Oh, wait—“ she stopped, forgetting herself. “If Ace is okay with it, of course.”