He is not one for nerves, for uncertainty, for weak smiles and wobbling charm. He has charisma, an aura, well-honed and and sharp with practice. Yet when it comes to her, this Clanner, this elusive creature, his charms fall away. If she were anyone else, he could sweet-talk his way into her nest in a matter of minutes. But she's not. His advances fall flat; she barely even sees him, too focused on being her own enigma. She's Emberpaw, so plainly wild, and where she's concerned, the butterflies never leave his stomach.