Lion Head Mesa postscript: it was a terrible animal always feeding itself
those whom life does not cure, death will.
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he stood with breath suspended until her gaze swung upon him and when it did he seemed to grow visibly, a wicked smile pressed from his sharp muzzle. around them the mist rolled down the mountains in tumbled obscurity and a cold had already settled deep within the ledge-strewn ground. in her frame tension roiled like the turbulent buck of a wave and iliksis drew his tempered gaze hungrily across her frame.

he did not bother to answer -- nor to even hide his intentions -- with relmyna laid up by the two suckling wretches at her breast, he was unsatisfied -- untended to. without her body to slake his hungry, he grew wrathful and the object of his ire just so happened to be shivali.

he came from the lichen and the shale like an incubus and threw himself upon her, his muzzle outstretched to grapple her own and his paws flung forward in the hopes to either trip or unbalance her.
warning: PG-18+ explicit content.