Totoka River teeth like kindling

"could have, could have, could have." erys mocks him in a whisper, breath soft.

"why didn't you, then? some twisted moral compass, maybe." emýr's teeth seek his throat, less than a heartbeat away, and for once the scoundrel is silent, breath bated. and then he pulls away and erys can breathe again, although he finds he prefers that breathless feeling this man gives him.

he scoffs at what is said next, following with a vengeance as the larger man retreats.

"go on and leave me, then. tell yourself you won't be back by nightfall." and, as he wishes, erys does not chase. he simply lays in the grass, beside the mangled carcass, and waits.