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Movement alerted him to a presence, and with a lethargic look around the vicinity he tried to pinpoint where the sound came from. If it was the woman he had been looking for, or something else. Her subtle movements and soft breathy sounds drew his attention further, and he spotted the curve of her ribs, the lean angles of her legs where she had hidden herself. He licked his lips — perhaps a subconscious cue that said, 'I like what I see,' or maybe he didn't like the feeling of the rain dribbling across his face.

After a thoughtful pause he reached for the dead beaver and hoisted it up again, departing from beneath the pine and slipping closer to where she was hiding. He placed the fat creature down again; it shifted in the mud, rolling on a corpulent belly. Revui huffed softly, sniffed to rid his nose of some drops that had wet his nose, and murmured: For you.