Blackfeather Woods even the darkness has arms

her blow proved true; like some foul many-armed monstrosity, he slid from her back and retreated. his blood was hot on her tongue; relmyna let it deliberately drip along the side of her mouth, staining the pale fur there. her stare was baleful as he entreated her with a foul undercurrent to his words, and the evoker did not pause to even evaluate his stance or her own before she lunged in the darkness for him.
her teeth flashed toward the top of his muzzle; first submission, and then punishment was what relmyna intended, but her plans dissolved beneath a haze of latent rage, not truly directed at the man. however, he would pay for it; the she-wolf aimed her blow high and thrust her small body against his own muscled form with the fearlesness borne only by madness.