Hoshor Plains silver tooth

Synder walked with him, even as each stretch felt longer than the last and each step sought to burn every nerve winding through her body, plush-coated and well-fed- thanks to her companion.

Y'know a part of her even liked the challenge of keeping stride with him. She liked the fire as it broiled in her throat and on each heaving breath. Some dirty, masochistic desire had burrowed its way into her heart and planted its roots there.

He gave his silent order; that they would keep moving. She wondered what destination he had in mind, though before she could ask, anothers voice rang out across the plains. Synder drew her hind leg back in, straightened it and let an inky paw touch the earth beneath. Her eyes followed the voice and landed on the approaching figure; dark ears pressed back, suspicion a reflex, but it was friendly curiosity that really fell across her face.

Room for a third? She raised a brow and looked to Roan.