Blackfeather Woods she's the giggle at a funeral

they stared at one-another. zharille was not accustomed to breaking away first. being in an unknown place and faced with an imposing stranger, and not only that a male stranger, made her eager to test his limits but not too far. he was dangerous, and he knew he was dangerous; there was an edge to him which zharille rarely found among others.

so, she broke her gaze away first. looking to the trees, then the dirt, and licking her lips quickly, as if coy for the moment. every inch of her was otherwise tense. it was up to the man to determine what was acceptable or not - and she had to be ready for anything.