The heat from the rising sun warmed him, and he felt it seeping into the tense muscles. Boy, he could go for a dip in a hotspring right about now. He needed to release all that tension that was building, from the swim to the shore, then the walk from the river here. He was exhausted, but wasn’t about to let himself get caught with his drawers down on his knees, so to say. He sighed, voices heard off in the distance, but to be honest, Robichaux was too damned blown down after that. His muscles were better used for fighting or hunting. Not so much an endurance built.

The scent of a Tifi grew, and his nostrils flared. He swore he heard two voices, but it faded as the sleep of the dead began to creep upon his senses. He forgot about her. Until he heard the voice right behind her. He felt the muscles in his back and shoulders tense as he moved, his large form springing to his feet, as fast as he was able, turning to stare down at the tifi. Fuck. “Chère, don’t you know how cooyon it is to sneak on a bloke nearly twice your size?!” his French-creole words flowed like silk from his lips. A deep baritone with that twangy overlay. He’d been told it would melt the gold right off of statues, though, to be honest he’d yet to try it.

The girl was cute, he supposed. Though, her eyes made her think she was Toekay to be honest. He wondered what was up with those things, and he knew he heard two voices now. Okay, definitely Toekay. No doubt about that he didn’t know what was up with this Chère, but maybe he would find out.