Set fire to the rain

The fearless, bold, woman finished her helping of meat and stretched her paws out along the grass. The day had been sunnier than most, and the grass still held a hint of warmth, even as the sunk sank further below the horizon. Spice began to slowly and methodically clean out her coat as the two wolves challenged each other with their eyes.

His laugh, she decided, was appealing. Rich and throaty and filled with amusement and promise. She raised a brow at his answer, hearing plenty of promises within them. He looked so at ease on his side of the grassy camp, meeting challenge with challenge as though he was not easily embarrassed or cowed.

“A crafter, you say?” she asked, scooting a little closer across the grass. “If the appreciation of a woman depended on an adornment, what would you make to win her heart?” Her eyes continued to tease him.