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colt regarded her through sly crimson gaze, pupils dilating as they found the answering smoulder in her own. had he a concept of leagues, sakhmet would have been far beyond that. but he had only his own swagger, his own confidence.
both earned and unearned.
"not forever," he demurred. "not built for this life. makes me restless. but i'll be yer winter huntsman. say the word."
colt had come closer.
the feathers, forgotten.