Deva laughed softly, her daring eyes sparkling.
"Yes, see how we take down the beasts of these passes. You may be strong, but we know these lands like our own bodies."
Jake smiled, his gaze moving over them with quiet appreciation. The two granddaughters were bold and daring, their bodies a tempting mix of strength and softness—Nila's athletic grace and Deva's voluptuous curves.
The breeding agreement lingered in his mind, the thought of filling their wombs with his seed a constant, thrilling undercurrent.
He nodded, letting them take the lead.
"Show me, then."
The hunt began in earnest as they moved deeper into the forest. The ground was soft and muddy from the rain, the leaves rustling with the movement of small animals. They tracked signs—broken branches, hoof prints in the mud—until they came across a red-horned moose.
