Duck Lake the grass is growing on top of my feet

He wasn’t one to admit it outright, but damn, the girl might have a point. Coordinating could stave off any accidental tensions and keep things running smooth-like. A damn good idea, even if it came from someone barely old enough to patrol her own borders.

Shit, he muttered under his breath, leaning back on his haunches, his amber eyes scanning the glade as though seeing it with fresh eyes. That may just be a damn good idea.

He shifted his weight, offering a low, thoughtful grunt. You got the brains for it, kid. Guess you’re not just wanderin’ around out here for the hell of it, huh? The edges of his mouth quirked, almost a smile but not quite, as he watched her for a reaction.