Birthright

Rhiannon held her position and gazed up at the golden creature. “You’re beautiful,” she said. Perhaps ‘handsome’ would have been the better descriptor. The aesthetic appeal of musculature and smooth coat aside, she responded most to the animal’s fluidity of motion and stealth. Any good hunter possessed some feline traits, but in Cian’s case, he became one with them. The likelihood of seeing another cougar on a hunt was minuscule, but Rhiannon doubted she would mistake him for another anyway. She did not look at his eyes directly, as that might be considered a challenge.

After a moment, she sat on a low rock beneath Cian and waited.