Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

she ogled him!
eyes fluttered open to reveal those pots of gold, trailing over the pink skin against the side of his face, down to the tears in his ankles, healed over with time. what did she think of him, then? terrifying? ruthless?
but she showed no sign of disgust. no sign that she wanted him gone, either. it was much easier than fighting with the white woman— ayovi.
breath caught momentarily in his throat when her voice was unsheathed to words; a pleasant sound that could cause the behemoth of a man to purr like a mountain cat.
his own eyes didn't leave hers; yes, he spoke, thinking of only how she shined against the white blanket of the tundra, and how easily she could fit against his side. what are we listening for?