The Heartwood blood of the wolf and heart of the lamb

Ashton took the dark woman's words to heart, minding the subtle confidence she had in her words. Obviously, the ba-,eh, lady, knew weekday she was talking about. It looked like something she had something in her eyes that took a thousand years to get itself lodged firmly in those violet irises.

He sent her a nod, a made a motion ta scuffle hours golden hide closer to her direction, when the russet made his wish known for the millionth time.
Ash was starting to get pissed off.
Had he been there another second, he woulda probably lost a few hairs on his golden self.

A low rumble slid in response to the threat, but nothing more. The teen sat his lower end closer to the shadow dame, and spoke to her.

"I guess he's not the 'ready and willing' type, eh? He's obviously not mute, that's a positive side. "