Blackfeather Woods Passing Over the Border

  She turns round, approaching her mate with a smile. She licked the faint scar over his eye, the one she had inflicted when they first met. "What do you wanna hunt?" Usually when she hunted alone, she would aim for smaller prey like a rabbit or squirrel. But tonight, if they were lucky, they would catch a fawn or something. It would be a nice change, and a nice meal.

  The girl sat on the Earth below, leaning on his side. She liked the feeling of his affection. It felt like it was something only she could have. No one else.