Panting, the trespassing shifter’s behavior seemed to become more erratic as Nolan got closer to the camp. Whereas she’d asked his name, his rank, and his commanding officer with an outright defiance at the beginning of the trek, by the end she was just squirming, her body seeming to rub suggestively against his, voice breathy as she asked him to let her go.
She had to go, she’d insisted.
Initially, he thought she had to go to the bathroom.
Maybe she had to pee. Maybe all the squirming was because she had a full bladder.
At the edge of their encampment, the elf dropped her from his shoulder, surprised when her initial reaction wasn’t to attempt to escape but rather, to sit there, panting. A trick of some sort? Quirking a brow in question, Nolan crouched down before the trespasser and n
