Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

Zephyr takes the first lesson Kratos gave to heart; fast on your feet, quick with your mind. Instincts lead the way. His mate has grown sharper in his observations; focus on the brawl instead of weighted by doubts of ability. It is beautiful. Kratos is less-so; teeth, salvia, twists and turns, all aiming at him. He tries again to grab a hold of Zephyr before he slithers away.