Sunset Valley find me in a place among my brethren

he expected her to speak of something mystical, reverent, that he wouldn't be able to comprehend with his hunter's mentality. so frequently he left women to their tasks of feeble indignant amongst the spirits, that he hadn't heeded omens of time's past.
only your voice, she had said. bah! the man was caught in a moment of being utterly tongue-tied. maybe the gods were real, putting him forth and above their own voices for this moment.
she was good. he wondered of what her heritage crawled with, how a woman could fit so incandescently into his views. a brow raised, he pulled his head away from the stone, instead taking the moment to close the unforgivable distance between them.
circling her for the angles that she provided, he'd make an assessment as a male, as a chieftain ready to surge. his shoulder brushed her hip when he turned again, faust. he said, darkening eyes upon her. why are you alone?