Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

the woman agreed but did not agree, stepped after him but her intention was not to come with him in the manner he would have liked. she was protracting their meet, her unsurety clear in the flicker of her pretty ears.

too lovely to be unmated, asmodeus suspected her old man was the reason for her hesitance. but if he was around, why wasn't he here, jealously guarding her? the wraith could only assume he was not around, and opted not to consider the details. they were irrelevant at present.

and so he stepped away with a loose, easy gait; he strode until he could not longer spot the borders of her pack, then turned his coalglut stare upon the woman. they were alone now, save for the whisper of wind-talk in the high snowy boughs.

he was silent, taking only a single deliberate step in the temptress' direction as his gaze vied with her own.

she knew why he had brought her here. would she admit it?