Jay raised an eyebrow. "I thought I smelled something rotten." He grumbled. "She's a girl. I'm sure the next time she sees me she'll be biting my head off." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "So you figured I was going to eat her?" He questioned, walking back. "I have no taste for lycathropes. They taste like dirt."
Clare felt nervous at his sigh. She felt like she was skipping out on him. She blinked when he brought out the bow. Her eyes traced the loose curves and looked over every inch of it. Right handed recurve, and much nicer than the aspen wood longbow she had. She felt like she was comparing a stick to a sword.






