She could, and she would fool him. Triell had always believed her to be real, seeing only truth. So he believed her actions a true reflection of the bite of his words. The lilt of her voice securing his assumptions he may have wounded her in turn. Had she changed? Since she wasn't throwing any more fighting words his way?
A growl rolled in his chest. A warning. It could have well been from a yearning heart than broken one. There was that piece of him wanting what could have been, to even put something in place to hold. Maybe, she didn't always stay around, but she sure came back. It didn't appear he had any more competition.
The mountain queen would break the space, the man became aware of the heat from her tawny cloak, the lingering perfume that curled about her. It would only take one step to embrace, one step to fall into a hazy,painless abyss. It would take little for him to fall.
"I can't give you what you want," darkly he murmured, raising his lips to show his teeth. As tempted as he was to graze her with them, he could not bring himself to. It was not him. "I never could." It was with his last resolve he began to run back into the Bend, craving the heart of the territory where he believed she would leave him in peace.