The Sunspire [m] teal arrow

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there were more than men in the world, muskrat told herself as she at last picked her way down into the sloping green that made the great mountain. forests of emerald sprawled like a carpet from her elevation, draping the swell of hills and breaking around rivers and the lake or two which punctuated the landscape.

she was ravenous for more than pika meat, and burning with more obsession to be touched. some conspiracy had turned her overnight into a pillar of pure flame, and it consumed her as much as she fought against it.

hunting. hunting. she found the trail of goats and padded along it, even as her hips hummed to be embraced.

The canyon—too close, still, but he hunted around the lush valley—and occasionally ventured into the upper reaches. They would find a place soon enough. For now, they would gather their strength.

Two smells assailed him as he continued upon the game-trail—something hot and pungent, unfamiliar to him. . .and that of his birthplace, his family's scents, the lush valley-sweet smell of—

The Creek, he muttered, and drew closer. A small woman, alone and questing.

He chuffed and laid hard golden eyes upon her, tongue swiping across his jowls. What are you doing here? he asked—even though he didn't have the authority to do so.

She could do as she pleased.

But why was a Creek wolf here?

for the pains of the darkshroud, he would receive only a clip of teeth close enough to sear the air between them.

muskrat's eyes flashed with warning; her lips stretched in a hard smile of warning.

he was somehow familiar. and he knew the creek, which boded for few other alternatives.

intriguing.

but she swung her steps away and went on, shoulders standing abristle.

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The snap of her teeth was more intriguing than deterring, especially combined with her scent. She didn't answer his question, instead wordlessly warning him back, eyes glinting.

Then she turned, and something rose up in Hex.

He was too young to sire children, but his body didn't know it. His gut tightened, and. . .swelled—

And he marched after her, determined to find the heat he sensed between her legs.

his stepping-sound continued the notion of familiarity, and eventually muskrat's ears slanted backward to listen. there was no denying that he was a boy, his shoulders just starting to fill out.

he could not slake the thirst of her flesh, but muskrat was tempted to let him try.

goat's oily scent signaled her to a stop; she brushed at the grass with her muzzle and then glanced back at the stranger.

a growl told him to stay back, but her eyes were interested to see if he pressed.