Boartusk Heights upon return

his eyes fixed upon her. a fire cutting through shadow. terribly thin, but not so small in height as to be a wisp outright.

he approached with the footfall cadence of a man meant for this. he would not be surprised if her summons drew forth the lady or lord of this place, but for now it would be him. a budding huntsman come to see what the storm ushered to them.

what have you approached for?

his voice was not a jab, but nor was he inclined to charitable efforts. from here he could tell she might need it, though. he could have ran a paw over her spine and felt every notch just beneath the surface.