Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

that scent was what drew the mayfair masculine and reluctant from his bed in the creek. he was hunting now, despite the fact it went against him and his feelings for reverie! but jakoul had unlocked a hunger in lestan he had only seen fit to fight.
the fragrance became more, it became reverie! for a second he froze, unsure if the trail was her own, but moving to follow it eagerly, until he found her half-healed and skulking.
the scent was not hers. the mayfair was relieved but there was disappointment unbidden in him somewhere.
he moved to her gilt side with a smile.