Duck Lake [m] watch the fall

“You’ll have to tell me,” he offered her—a flash of a grin that was more predatory than friendly. Her casual laugh was light in the warm air—welcoming—and Akavir’s paw lifted to bat aside the pinecone now, and in one fluid motion to lift himself and prowl forward toward her.

He might have tested the moment—but they both knew who was the prize in this moment, and he was eager to ensure that she knew this.

Not that her confidence was lacking.

As he neared, paw steps became more languid—pale eyes roving across her, testing his proximity to her. He could have rebuffed her question—asking her if she was worth remembering herself—

—but he had a feeling he already knew the answer.