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lorcan watches envy with a flicker of amusement, her bristling at his words predictable but no less entertaining. her dismissal of the hunt earns a quiet huff from him, though he doesn’t press. she’s stubborn—he’s learned to let her have her way when it suits her, and today isn’t the day to prod too deeply.

claws, huh? he repeats, his tone light, teasing. could’ve fooled me with the way you tore up that fox.

her mention of a scent pulls his attention, his golden eyes narrowing slightly as he follows her gaze to the southwest. he listens, silent, as she speaks, the faintest hint of intrigue flickering across his features. her puzzled tone doesn’t escape him, and he tilts his head thoughtfully.

as elowen’s voice cuts softly through the quiet, he glances down at her, his gaze warming at her suggestion. quiet enough, sure, he murmurs, brushing his nose against her ear. but we stick together. don’t need you wandering off on your own, dove.

the land beyond the cliffs is unfamiliar, and while lorcan thrives on the unpredictable, he’s not about to risk elowen or envy over something frivolous. his voice drops, quieter now, directed at both of them. let’s see what’s down there. but stay close.

a comment moreso directed at envy.