Bearclaw Valley as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined

unless she attacks further, or pursues he will flee. please let me know if i need to edit!

when the assault came to a halt, he blew out a relieved breath, but stayed pressed to the ground. 

so much for being a man.

she looks at him, and says nothing. her surprise is expected—but what she does next isn't. 

she attacks him again, this time with more eagerness to see him bleed than before! 

and bleed he did.

and yet still, he sets no teeth upon her. a scratch, maybe, as he attempts like hell to pull away. and if he'll let her, take quite a few paces back to gain suitable footing. 

when there is enough space, he kicks it into high gear, only sparing a second to throw a pained glance her way. not for the scars she'd now adorned him with, but the sting of rejection. 

but he'd deserved it. how foolish of him to think his own blood would be keen to see his return.