Porcupine Ridge katakan

stigmata watched the svelte huntress as she postured into the wind, and became fascinated with the way he saw recognition flit across her amber gaze like a bolt of lightning. his body began to thrum with enthusiasm, imagining more of her capabilities. she was sheltered, yes, but not inexperienced; things he could work with, even despite his natural inhibitions. the hound believed her far too old to be speaking of how coddled she'd been by her mother, but he supposed it was still something she needed to "grow" out of, if she had recently been displaced.

"i would take that to mean you have never been tasked to killing one then?" he murmured. "are you up for it now?" he had no way of knowing if she had left her home willingly or not, so this seemed as good a way as any to see how capable she was of shedding the skin of her comfort zone in order to join him on something potentially dangerous. he would be going with or without her, just for the thrill of it; for where finch had been raised under the protective wool of her mother's fear, his own mother had tossed him into proverbial fire after fire and demanded he come out unburnt.