Silverlight Terrace You know me better than I do

Cougars don't hunt in pairs, he corrected almost to himself, chuckling softly. His steps never faltered. They're not like us. Cougars travel alone. Kill alone. Must be terrible, don't you think?

I bet they're terrible at small talk. He smirked with those final words, halting when the distance between them had dwindled to something more conversational. The vivid blue of his eyes was cold, unreadable, and fixed unwaveringly on her face. For a moment he thought about trying to reassure her — but no, he didn't think that would do any good. She would see what she wanted to see. They always did.