08-10-2019, 06:56 PM
The warmth of family rediscovered brought equilibrium back to Tenzin’s world, and armoured her afresh against the onslaught of the city’s stink. She was content, and such moods eased her into more delicate tasks, such as perusal of the book currently balanced between her paws. She laid flat on her stomach, brows drawn low, trying to ignore the fluctuations in Jacinda’s scent. She rarely pried outright, trusting to the bonds of pack that the woman would share when ready. Even if it prickled her skin with agitation in the meantime.
Dark eyes rose at the words. Her head tilted as she shifted to sit cross-legged on the floor, taking the wallet to read the message before handing it back. A muscle twitched in her jaw. She didn’t like to hunt human. It was a topic they had danced around the night they first met, and had not been an issue confronted since. Tenzin understood the necessity, and she was not softhearted, but she rarely found her Athari cousins to be intune to the more subtle currents of nature. Their kills were indiscriminate.
“Inquisitor.” She explored the word, expression drawn curious, though something sardonic curved her lips. Hierarchy was as natural and pure as crisp air in her lungs, but men rarely bestowed their strange titles on those most suited to the task. “Will come,” she said, stretching stiff limbs like a mutt risen from the hearth as she unfurled to her feet. A flash of teeth followed, and she poked Jacinda playful in the ribs in passing. “Keep you out of trouble, yes?”
Dark eyes rose at the words. Her head tilted as she shifted to sit cross-legged on the floor, taking the wallet to read the message before handing it back. A muscle twitched in her jaw. She didn’t like to hunt human. It was a topic they had danced around the night they first met, and had not been an issue confronted since. Tenzin understood the necessity, and she was not softhearted, but she rarely found her Athari cousins to be intune to the more subtle currents of nature. Their kills were indiscriminate.
“Inquisitor.” She explored the word, expression drawn curious, though something sardonic curved her lips. Hierarchy was as natural and pure as crisp air in her lungs, but men rarely bestowed their strange titles on those most suited to the task. “Will come,” she said, stretching stiff limbs like a mutt risen from the hearth as she unfurled to her feet. A flash of teeth followed, and she poked Jacinda playful in the ribs in passing. “Keep you out of trouble, yes?”