Swiftcurrent Creek yiron

concern. was it pity? a muscle leapt along her jawline. their introduction was unexpected, not with names but with a request.
heda of yesteyear might have blushed and simpered girlishly to be so close to a man. skaigona of today's hour did not keep herself from registering the height of his shoulder, the expressiveness of his eyes — but she hesitated no longer than a second.
her movement was compound, fluid; a paw raised to push his muzzle aside as her teethtips snipped for the end and plucked it from his flesh without sugar-coating.
a fat drop of blood welled. her tongue caught it in a medicinal swipe before the loner stepped back. "i need information," she said with a more pressing tone; trade to trade, and she had become a trader with each second of time she bartered and lost in gideon's wake.