Moonspear Nothing wrong with the radio

The ruddy girl was easy to spot; her patchwork pelt blazed even through the thick green foliage of early summer. He was hunting, though not with much purpose, and the splashing of pelts in the water was bound to scare game away.

What're you doing? Killdeer remarked, easing his way down the slope to the river. He stared at the pile of furs at her side and smiled. I've seen those in dens, but not anywhere else.

She was young and pretty, verdant eyes glowing in an expressive face. Red-blooded man as he was, he was instantly charmed, and stood happily waiting for her response.