Bearclaw Valley hammerfall

long patrol carried him to the once-meeting spot of ursus.
in summer it would be dappled with deep purple-blue flowers, streaked in sunlight. for now it remained a pretty meadow of winterizing grass, grazed here and there by resident elk.
for a moment ancelin shut his eyes, a king beneath the cold light of his kingdom.
but who ruled here indeed was queen, and he smiled as her face came to his mind, heart swooning as he seemed to walk more lightly upon the earth.

She sank into the cradle of a little gully, shoulderblades tenting beneath her dark fur in two angular peaks. She rolled them, steadying herself, pressing her paws into the earth until it warmed beneath her feet. Like a cat eyeing a bird pecking seeds of the ground she watched as the man's indigo eyes fell shut, and a smile came to his lips. 

She smirked. 

He began to move and so did she- bolting toward him out of the silence, now shattered by the shredding of earth beneath her claws and pounding feet. She released one growl as she closed the gap between them, tail flagging high above her hindquarters; she would sacrifice a bit of speed so she could afford herself a bit of decorum.

owl-flight!
ameline flew toward her rex in a glimmering of gold and great swiftness. the land seemed to part for her, bending to gilded will.
answering snarl clashed in the cold air; he turned, braced, and closed the small bit of space between them with a leopardic leap.
eyes danced in crazed pleasure — he meant to grasp her between strong forelegs and roll them both into the wintered stems of former bluebell splendor.

To a stranger, it might have looked like budding conflict- but for Bearclaws, it was practicaly a show of affection. Ameline's ears flattened as she leapt, meeting her husband with her limbs outstretched, grunting as they collided chest-to-chest. Ancelin being the larger of the two, gained ground and in spite of her momentum, she found herself being carried backward as they fell back toward the ground. 

She flexed her paws so she might dig her claws into his shoulders, and pull him to the ground with her. The impact forced her to exhale with a sharp bark, but she'd take out her frustration with swift rabbit kicks aimed for her husband's belly.

her hindclaws tore for his undercarriage; he let out a surprised breath before tightening his hold around her shoulders, lobbing hard nips in rain over face and ears. 
even as she writhed and punished with fierce kicking, he tried to descend himself onto her figure, to crush her gently not unlike a bear sitting on a smaller bear for no reason but that he was able.
she caught him in the sternum; ancelin grunted, continuing his baseless faux growling as he tried to readjust away from ameline's stone feet.

She felt her ribcage bend, and her lungs become compressed as he pushed his weight onto her, aware of how different this was from a romantic embrace and yet there was something that sparked within her nevertheless, to be held so close. Save for the pinching of skin from his nips and the heaviness of his weight against her ribs, and the fact that this was a spar, she might have otherwise pulled him closer. 

She felt his breath fly past her cheek when she kicked against bone, and used that light reprieve to twist onto her side, and strike toward his hind leg and inner thigh, hoping to topple him even if it meant bearing his full weight against her again.

his turn to kick back and forth, trying to subdue her in gentler jaws that became harder as their sparring went on; his arms locked, and he felt the desire of the moment beating gently in his groin.
which, unfortunately, caught a glancing blow from her heel and contorted the rex atop his queen. "no fair!" he shouted, falling to one side even as he lunged for ameline again, trying to grapple her back against his chest with strong forelegs.

Yeth fair! She growl-laughed, once she at last had him off her. His claws hooked against her elbows, pulling her close yet again; she could sense by the warmth of his skin and the dilating of his pupils that their closeness was awakening a desire that might cloud his interest in sparring. 

But with the addition of several new packmates came the want to flex her strength, and push her skills. And while it would have been delightful to angle her hip into his waist, and shimmy her shoulder beneath his arm so he could pull her close, she resisted. Momentarily, at least. She could not be a queen if she could not control her desires.

He reached to pull her close and she allowed him to draw her in- but with one more swift pull, he would find himself dragging not a warm, supple body toward his breast and underbelly, but he would find opened jaws reaching for his throat.

and that's why he was a rogue king; he could not control his own for her, not when she was so close and vital and thrumming with vital energies beneath him. dizzied he was! dizzied he was and so when her body grew soft in his arms, ancelin threw himself — directly into her jaws.
voicing surprise for the second time that spar, leapt up, trying to free his fur, his skin from her teeth.
down he came again! to grapple; to tooth and claw, desire warring with competitive conflict, the violence of both making his blood sing in cinnamon heat.

With the same teeth she had slaughtered prey, torn hide from trespassers, and carried her children. Now, as she clasped her husband's throat she felt the thrill of having his pulse ebb against her fangs, careful still not to clamp down though the ticking in her jaw begged to snap shut like a beartrap. Their marriage transformed daggers into flowers, so such savage instincts could be curbed. 

He knew she could not kill him, but he pulled back regardless- to continue his onslaught! His hot breath singed the fur of her brow, teeth raked through thick, gold fur, and his claws lifted neat furrowed rows beneath goosepimpled flesh. Ameline sought the same, rising with him, striking with frenzied blows with the pride of a woman who would not deny herself the chance to best her husband.

claws bore through his thick fur; her teeth clacked loudly against his own. he sent his snarling to mingle with breath and the sound of her own voice, trying to sink down upon her until the tips of vital teeth found his breastbone.
a quick movement from ameline tripped ancelin into the snow; he twisted to guard his belly but not his throat, reaching to yank her down for the embrace of the same drift, and the now grinning laughter of her mate.
she was winding him, and yet the rex would not relent; his eyes dared her on.

Laughter rose, and abated the feverish desire that had risen within her. She saw the pale fur of his throat, and the pillar of a shadow that grew from the crop of his jaw toward his chest, and glanced up to see the sparkle in his eye. Puffs of warm breath spilled from his lips and created a swirling smoke screen between them. 

She chuffed now, and stepped back. Could’ve had you there, She said, the curl of her tail above her back a declaration of victory- a boxer throwing his gloved hand into the air before the whistle was blown.