Greedy Bones

It wasn't long into his rest that a form blocked out the muted light of the cave entrance. Head lifting from his paws, red eyes narrowed through the flickering flames. He didn't exactly see her first, but he smelled her. The breeze that brought the oncoming storm also brought her scent to him. It was thick and pungent as only the scent of a woman in heat could be. Nostrils flared momentarily, but he wasn't a base beast, despite his giant size and his sometimes lewd behavior. Sparhawk could control himself.

Thickly accented tones in a deep, growling baritone crossed the distance between them. "Come. Join. It will be cold and wet outside very soon." The cave was definitely large enough for the pair of them. He didn't make a move to rise or anything of that nature. He simply placed his head back upon his foreleg for maximum comfort. Besides, his feet hurt from walking so far. Rising wouldn't help either of them.

He silently waited for the woman to decide whether or not she would settle herself. The decision was hers entirely. The invitation had been given. He'd done his part. He had to admit, he was intrigued though. Why was a lone woman out wandering around in the wilderness so late at night?

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