Otter Creek untroubling and untroubled where i lie

he did not make the stone his object of attention for long; whatever worth it had, it had the most worth carried by relmyna's will - inexplicably, the man knew that.

his heart thrummed in a quickened pace as she rose, her tail furling over her narrow hips as she approached. he remained still despite the worm instinct rising within him. it was strange to think the man from the mountain was hers to command, yet he was -- with hunger unabated in his gestures he stepped towards her, his muzzle low as it brushed along the scarred surface of her cheek.