Hideaway Strath The temperature of the air on the bow of the Kaleetan.

“Huh,” he chimed, his brows quirking at her notion that this was not his first ‘do-over.’ “Are you only allowed one?” His rumbling tone was teasing—deflection to the fact that he had a hard time staying in one place and trusting others enough to call them pack.

Trust issues 101, and yet he liked to discard that topic before it got too in-depth. The history of what had occurred on the mountains not far from here was something he coveted as his own dark secret.

Of course, Towhee never disappointed when keeping the topic light, and Pippin snorted derisively. “I promise if we did the do, I wouldn't need a do-over from it,” he retorted, a lazy grin roguishly appearing on his muzzle. Big talk for a guy who didn't exactly have feedback from any former lovers. Again, Pippin didn't tend to stick around long.