Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Éldi's mind was split between fighting the coyotes and trying to figure out how to ask Eyrún a few questions without making it painfully obvious he was lusting after her. The last thing he wanted to do was overstep his bounds and offend her. The grey coyote charged but Eyrún was swift to counter him. Her pelt seemed to sparkle in the moonlight, contrasting sharply against the ebony sands. She was a stunning warrior. A large black coyote suddenly leapt out of the night, its jaws latched onto Éldi's shoulder and he swiftly grabbed the coyotes head, his fangs on either side of its temple. With a swift pull, much like removing a flat tick he threw the coyote off of himself, sending it crashing into the sand.

"What do you think your parents would be saying if they could see us now? Mine don't intend to follow me here. It's kind of a strange feeling being totally independent." Well, not entirely. There would still be a few things his parents would expect of him if he did end up marrying.