Her eyes, the silver storms that mock him. Teasing and testing him like a raging ocean would the lone fisherman. Frustration and anger mixed with a sort of attached dependency. Heath had always needed her, as he did his brother and he missed her as he did Gael. But when she treated him as if he was nothing he wanted to see her pretty dark grin after it met his prettier dark fist.
As she stood he knew that she was planning more then just another one of her, what he called, tantrums. The stomping of the footpaw was classic, and name him smile with satisfaction. But in an instant she was off the rock and landing on top of him. Instead of putting arms out to catch her he step back to only meet the upper half her body, hoping to not to be leveled by her form.
Paws shot out to grasp her upper arms. Holding tightly in order to keep her immobile. A wide grin rode his face, and he moved his paw to her head in hoped of messing her pretty decorated mane. If she wanted a fight she had come to the right place.
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