Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

at first the caribou hunter's lip curled. suppose she only wanted to peel his flesh again? and so he hesitated until he saw a light which might be genuine.

stiffly he held out his wrist, eyeing with his lopsided gaze what she had done for the man. and again a sense of their similarities pressed. "you know him?"

his single stare vied with her own, demanding an honest response.