[center][b] Das the Untamed[/b][/center]
[center][i]”I’ve put thousands of miles under my heel, yet peace is bereft of me.”[/i][/center]

	“I do not follow anyone,” Das said to Deila with a quick smile and rolling druidic words, “I simply choose to go in the same direction, and occasionally lead from behind.”

	A teasing twinkle glistened off his amber eyes as he continued, “as for mates, why, are you offering?”

	Suddenly his canvas blanket was thrusted into his arms and a warm kiss from soft lips placed on his cheek. Das spun on his heel to witness Vivian, [i] well somebody is offering[/i]. The woman thanked him for his blanket and Das gave an almost sarcastic bow, with a sincere “you’re most welcome.”