Great Bear Wilderness Take me to church,

Lorcan's gaze lingered on the small, gangly female as she slipped through the bracken, her red eyes shining with reckless curiosity. He leaned back, adopting a casual posture, though his muscles were coiled like a spring beneath his dark fur.

Ah, a bold one, I see, he mused, his voice smooth and inviting. He tilted his head, allowing the scar over his eye to catch the fading light, a testament to the dangers he had faced.

She asked about the scar, her boldness intriguing him. He allowed a sly grin to spread across his face, revealing a hint of danger behind his charm. Just a little reminder of past encounters, he said, almost wistfully.

He watched her with an amused glint in his golden eyes, intrigued by her apparent lack of self-preservation. Tell me, do you often seek out danger? he wondered, his interest piqued.

Leaning slightly closer, he maintained an air of casual confidence, an unspoken challenge hanging between them. You should be careful, he added, a hint of mischief threading through his tone, or you might just find yourself in trouble.

With that, he leaned back, letting his gaze linger on her, silently inviting her deeper into the perilous game he played.