The camp-fire always drew attention. Usually it was a wolf or some other creature, looking for scraps. I rarely set one up in a location where large animals were likely to come calling.
But occasionally, another traveller would approach, looking to share the warmth of the fire. My sense of trust was solid enough that I allowed some to stay, then got up and walked away other occasions.
This night, the traveller was a stunning woman, and there was no one else around, so I allowed her to stay.
In the morning, I awoke to find she'd taken my fire.
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