Sun Mote Copse yesterday I hiked over a river that was not there

Embry felt the shift in atmosphere almost immediately. The change was tangible, even in the midst of his frenzy. A chill rolled down his spine as he met her gaze, briefly, to find the quiet ire burning within. This woman was different - she was scarred.

     He backed off, hesitant now that she had turned so ominous. Wild rage was a completely different animal. His wounds were aching from her previous barrage, and already the stench of sweat and blood was drifting throughout the clearing. 

     He kept his stance low and even, preparing for the coming flurry. His sea-green gaze hardened as he stood there, cold and staid; prompting the female to attack. He was ready for whatever should come his way. Civilized or not, he was a soldier - not a stray.