Heron Lake Plateau to walk a path of slaughter

the woman was fading in interest for him in terms of conversation. but ramesses was a man with many tastes, though he would consider himself so base as kynareth. he chose instead to look upon her with a new sort of interest. she was not feminine in the ways to which he was accustomed, but she was no man.
succinct, spare perhaps. and too much in the small hint of her eyes he had only received to make her vapid. pharaoh was still.
her bow placated him with a swift and savage sting of desire.
"you are a fighter." a statement. he knew nothing of this wolf.
he assumed aloud, hoping she would turn his opinion into true fact.