The Sunspire [m] war dart

Kicking rocks—the clatter of her well aimed endeavor causing his gaze to study her more sharply—the distance still there—but the simmering anger still apparent in the stance and the message she sent with granite and stone.

He made sure to sidestep—dark amusement pressing to his lips. If there were scents of male suitors for her, he did not scent them—would not think of how he could feel of that.

Instead of a high road—he chose the road of antagonizing… testing the waters of his fiesty Zeta. “Just checking to make sure your bum ankle didn’t give out on you, little panther on the mountains. Y’know—since we’re supposed to be going on a little expedition here in a few days,” he called up—eyes flashing.

“Could have given me a heads up you were up to more than just hunting.”