PREDATORS
Weiss Kreuz.PG-13
Crawford loves to stroke his hair. It's thick and coarse--not a silky waterfall of tresses but a lion's mane, red like a desert sunset. Loves the lithe, steely feel of his body, the promise of action like a tightly wound spring. Loves the way he leans against the wall, grinning, arms crossed over his chest--too sure of himself to take a fighting stance.
A young predator, full of life, eager for a hunt.
Crawford never feels young.
