Warin paid no attention to them, striding toward a clump of Lion Clan members in the distance.
"I fear I'll never understand people," Eva told Caden as he joined her.
Eva tore her gaze from Warin to focus on Caden. Her cheeks reddened at the realization that he was still naked. During the fight and the confrontation immediately afterward, his state of undress hadn't really registered as she'd had more important things to focus on.
Now, however, she could barely bring herself to look away from all that flesh on display. The chiseled muscles and perfect form.
Caden gave her a wicked smile as he took in her flaming cheeks. "See something you like?"
Eva didn't know it was possible, but her face got hotter as her blush deepened.
Fiona whistled. "Looking good, commander. I see you haven't let yourself go."
"No, I've got to keep the interest of our Caller after all," Caden drawled.
"Go put on clothes," Eva hissed in embarrassment.
Caden's chuckle was low as he winked at her before striding toward the wreckage of her tent and the clothes lying somewhere under it all.
Fiona barked a laugh. "Embarrassed?"
"Aren't you?" Eva asked.
"Naw. This is actually pretty common. Before we were united, clans used to conduct night raids on their rivals pretty often. You fought in what you had on. Sometimes that's nothing." Fiona lifted a shoulder. "Besides, all bodies pretty much have the same parts, if you know what I mean."
Eva ignored her wink.
She'd known the Trateri weren't as modest or body conscious as those in the Lowland village where she'd grown up, but she hadn't realized the extent.
Eva's curiosity got the better of her embarrassment momentarily. "Isn't it hard for men to fight with their personal part flapping about like that?"
Silence reined for a brief moment.
Fiona cackled as Roscoe choked, his shoulders shaking.
Ghost was the only one to respond. He nodded, looking serious. "Indeed. It leaves a man feeling vulnerable to have his jewels and rod out in the open, asking to be trimmed. It's why I always sleep with my pants on."
Fiona and Roscoe stared at Ghost with their mouths open.
"What about when you're fucking?" Roscoe asked.
Fiona slapped him on the arm.
"What?" Roscoe asked. "I'm curious."
Fiona gestured at Eva. "I don't think she wants to know that."
Except Eva kind of did.
Ghost gave them a sly smile. "You don't have to take your pants all the way off to fuck."
Fiona sighed. "That's not something to be proud of. I pity your nightly dalliances."
Caden rejoined them, this time wearing pants as he shrugged into his shirt. "How is the perimeter?"
Van and Gawain moved closer, their faces intent.
A grim expression spread across Fiona's face. "One death, several injured. They tried to stop the red back and when that failed sent up a warning."
