Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

the sky had sunk and left grey night. this fact was noted somewhere in the back of her mind as the man's fangs glinted starkly and suddenly. but there is a sound of approval, low and rumbling. there exposed is his neck and stomach, and she is still a moment as once more gaze flickers to toxic yellow. 

then she is running her nose over the fur, unkept and stiff. he is in stark contrast to her, dark and coarse and haunting. again does her blood sing but she is stoic, careful in her examination of shadow-given-shape. fangs tug carefully at a mat, loosening it and falling still, thinking herself bold.