Cedar Sweep Black swan

A low chuckle rumbled from his throat as she spoke, effortlessly steering their course.

Owe you? And what exactly would I owe you, dear? His amusement was plain on his face, a smirk lingering as he followed at a more languid pace.

My business is my own. It doesn't require your prying, thank you. Ker's tone was light, but the words held a quiet finality.

In truth, there was no business to speak of. Since leaving his birth pack, he had simply… wandered. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth, and for a brief moment, a grimace flickered across his face. Not much to pry into, really.