home inspection

Well fuck he hadn't expected a confession. Now he was left with a moral dilemma. Could he convict based on intention? Because technically no crime had been committed; she hadn't even really trespassed willingly since he'd chased her over the border. But and this was the important bit, she'd meant to steal from him. Conflicted, he growled to himself and then huffed in annoyance.

His annoyance faltered. A better question, and something he really needed to get in the habit of considering lest he become soft, was what did he want to do about it? Never mind what was right or wrong. What did he, Tyrian, King Shit of Fireside, want to do. This was his land and unlike certain fictional lions, both everything the light touched and everything it did not belonged to him.

Tyrian rolled his eyes to himself and then got up. Her scent hadn't gone unnoticed and had he been a different man he might have been tempted to teach her a lesson in another way, but that wasn't his style. "Keep it." He shrugged. "Your freedom, your nose, your...teeth." He pointed a claw at her. "But if I catch you doing this shit again I'll take it out of your hide. Get it through your pretty head: my goats are fine."