Overture Downs winds of east

it was there again. he stared at morwenna standing shawled in the caribou hide and his heart betrayed its trepidation with singular pupil. he did not speak. what was her power to arrest him so? sun eater had been always a forceful man. the saatsine knew him as assured and willing to engage even fatal violence to claim or to take.

but here was such a man now, unsure. undone in a sweet way, poised on the edge of saying what he wanted and knowing they were not words to be spoken. 

she had come as messenger then, and stayed to eat red flesh with him after.

what did it mean!

tying temptation down behind the oaken hold of his mind, sun eater nodded. "maybe i have gift for you also, morwenna," tones careful on the sound of her voice.