The Sentinels Flower, gleam and glow

Although he’s done the gentlemanly thing, he still thinks, Nice ass. Then she pivots it away from view, revealing her face. It’s nice too, with fine features and jade eyes that really pop against the grayish tones of her fur. She’s surprisingly tall when she straightens, which tamps down the buzz of attraction in his belly.

Bushtit’s not a fan of the way she looks at him in turn, nor the question she poses, like she’s a concerned auntie. He blows out a breath and resists rolling his eyes. She very likely means well. And though he’s definitely in the thick of his teenage phase and all its trappings of machismo, his mama raised him right…ish.

Yep! Hi, he rejoins, boyishly casual. I’m a bit of a tramp, he explains with a mischievous gleam in his eye. What about you? he asks in turn.

Bushtit glances at the items spread on the ground, set beside a fresh hole. What’s she burying? And why? His brows lift inquisitively as his dark eyes return to her face.