Bearclaw Valley Where’s the fire? What’s the hurry about?

she was bold and rude, offering unsolicited advice in a scathing cascade. ancelin only grinned when her hot eyes shone his way; let her believe him a brainless himbo. she would certainly find he was not nice and held a hunter's calculation; the last rein on ancelin was slipped when ameline lunged.
he slid to one side, side-step, and bit neatly for the woman's inkjet hide a handsbreadth after his queen raged through the air onto the loquacious loser.
dander up and blood hot, he was prepared to dance again.
and again, and again.