“s**t, s**t, shit.” It was late afternoon, two days later, and Felix was getting his frustrations out on some particularly gnarly vegetation. “Get. Out. Of there. Mother—” The tenacious tap root that was holding the entire mass of leaves and vines in place gave way with a satisfying rip, sending Felix sprawling—one over-sized work glove wheeling off of his hand and flying somewhere off to his right. “Fucker.”
Kiva took every opportunity she could get to cover Felix in licking doggy kisses and this was no exception. “Get off,” Felix said as firmly as he could while sputtering and laughing.
Kiva jerked her head suddenly to the side, her ears pivoting, her eyes keen. She glanced at Felix before using his body as a launch pad. By the time he had stood and dusted himself off, she was already
