Duskfire Glacier One different Scent

From her stalled reply, Malachi assumed he had caught the woman off-guard. But before he could worry he had frightened her again, Scarlett regained herself and at the easy sway of her tail, the boy let a smile twitch at the corners of his mouth. He couldn't tell whether he liked the title she placed at the end of his name or not. It gave him a sense of distance, fitting for some but not for him. Still he gave no objection, eager to spare the woman from any discomfort that may come with his refute.

The boy slowed when Scarlett took a step toward him and he allowed her to come the rest of the way. He thought he heard a strange current in her words, a starry-eyed reflection that felled her to silence. They stood there for a moment, a prickling hush settling over him as he lost the white woman to her own world. A peculiar scent lifted from Scarlett's fur holding an undertone familiar to the youth, and bemusement flashed through his pale blue eyes when he placed it. Swiftcurrent? A hot flash prickled his spine. Their scent pervaded her, like she'd trespassed into Swiftcurrent itself and rubbed her fur on every marker.

Scarlett's apology woke him from his own wandering thoughts and he regained himself quickly, flashing her a goodnatured grin to hide the sudden surprise that had lighted his face. "Happens to the best of us," he said, suppressing the questions that rose in his mind - for now. He would hear her out before jumping to conclusions, and with hardly a second thought, the youth gave a casual nod toward the Glacier's heart. "Up for a wander through the woods?" He danced his gaze to Scarlett again, the warmth in his eyes failing to reflect the concerns that rubbed within.