Dragoncrest Cliffs snoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop

The lilting voice made him spin around, fast, and he licked his chops with an utterly sheepish expression painting his face. Ah, ha ha, he chuckled nervously, shaking his head. Just trying to blow off some steam, babe. It's not the tree I see in front of me. A shadow passed over his gaze for an instant before he brightened once more, beaming at her.

I never got your name, the other day, Vercingetorix drawled, his racing heart calming as he stepped away from the sequoia and toward her. I'm glad you made it in. That was some fight you put up, with the coyote. Even if Tux hadn't stepped in, you'dve gotten the bastard.

Damn, she was fine. Long and pale, with legs that never stopped. He let his eyes draw appreciatively over her figure before settling on her face, looking less lecherous and more curious. So--you wanna start learning that 'way of the warrior' you mentioned? I'd be happy to show you the ropes.