Moonspear Playing with fire

He didn't seem in the least apologetic, although that was really no surprise. Wildfire gave Charon the hairy eyeball as the stitch in her chest slowly eased. She slid out from underneath the Alpha male, righted herself and gave her body a gentle shake. If she were an eighteenth century lady, this would have been when she smoothed her petticoat.

"I was trying to hunt," she told him with a squint. The woodchuck was probably long gone now, especially after the noise they'd made. "Now, if you don't mind, the hunted would like to return to being the hunter. Come with...?" Wildfire shot him a quick smile, to show that she wasn't truly as put out as she might sound. She was a good sport these days, after all.