Boartusk Heights And if you were my little girl

boar. admitting to herself that she was wildly tempted despite her machinations, teya pulled devilishly at the fur upon her lover's shoulder and allowed herself to be led along the trail. willowy legs kept pace with him, and presently she took began to grow aware of a musky, dangerous scent.
she paused to explore the tracks and spoor, the way the earth had been dug up by tusks. the smell of fresh loam turned teya's stomach, for now she equated it with graves, ones she had not wanted to create or to use.
she quizzed him with her gaze again, hearing a loud snorting noise but keeping herself trained toward the skilled man. he knew the ways of the world outside the fen, and as much as teya hated to admit it, she did not.