Blacktail Deer Plateau thin flames underneath my skin

"an' tireless protector of rusalka fits you," the cinnamon she-wolf purled back, the edge of her mouth quirking as she settled near him to look out over the snowy boundary line. "you keep at de outskirts of de pack, only coming in to challenge for a rank above yours. an' den you come back here," she observed, a lilt to her tone to suggest she meant no criticism.
the beginnings of a plan had begun to formulate within erzulie; she curved her lips in a small smile. for now, only rosalyn and reyes had heard of it. she would not say it again for the present. "the season has come," she remarked instead, wondering if the stoic man had any interest in siring cubs this year.