Overture Downs sunlight on the meadow

his claws struck; the metallic scent of blood unfurled into the air, and shardul relished the yelp of the wolf. but she followed, and he could travel no faster than he already did. beset with rage at her continued annoyance of his person, the silver cat paused a long moment, before he dropped the pale white body unceremoniously into the dust and lunged again for the she-wolf.

this time he gave no quarter; he aimed to lash her eyes from her very head, following it with a swift snap of long ivories toward any place along her shoulder.