I’m gonna be fearless

The Warlord padded quietly along the bench, and would be greeted by the sight of the young woman as she leaped upwards, teeth clamping on a cypress branch, and swinging slowly in the air below it. It was certainly a display of jaw strength, and tenacity as she hung there. Trying to achieve… something.

He held back a chuckle, and let his heavy pas lead him closer. He stopped by the reach of the tide, letting the cool water brush just past his toes as he watched her. She lost her grip as he did so, and fell back into the water with a light splash. He stepped into the water, letting it swirl about his ankles as he approached, and brushed his side against his wolf. He knew now from experience that she was not shy of touch, and the Warlord never hesitated to get his scent on those that belonged to him.

“Did you need a hand, Sedna?” he ventured, as he came to a stop beside her. He still wasn’t certain what exactly she had been trying to achieve.