Her loins twitched against her better judgement at the sight of the vagabond who had come into her clan's lands! He was an outcast, shamed by any measure of tribal honor. Yet, while humble in his own prowess, his eyes grow fierce and defiant in his ideals. This was a man who respected, yet did not fear her- and it had been so long since such a man had come before her since she had won her lodge that did not fear. The Outcast's eyes ran over her with deep appreciation and carefully reigned desire of their own. Their gazes met, and neither blinked. Oh yes, again a shiver of unbidden interest ran along her skin as hope that a cure to her solitude had been found in in the most unlikely of men