we act like there’s no karma anymore

Caede’s appearance is unexpected to the Saxe woman, but she doesn’t let her surprise show, eyes sliding to him as she takes in his dark, heavily scarred form. though she has no interest in the male form, she eyes the muscles rippling under his pelt with vague appreciation, pleased by the Saxen strength radiating from his body; her family is a growing and powerful breed.

inclining her head, Yarra slows to walk beside him, letting their pelts brush together in greeting. “Caedes. you look well.” perhaps a more…functional person would be horrified at his scarred state, but Yarra sees only history. blood and battle and a timeline of victory. “no matter, i too have been…preoccupied.” these lands had no shortage of beautiful women, after all. tilting her head, Yarra regards Cades with a considering him. it seems all of her cousins have been steadily crawling out of the woodwork, leading to quite a number of family reunions. though…they didn’t exactly tend to be the tearful sort. ”tell me, have you been enjoying the spoils of this new land?”