Qeya River maybe on the dark side, we could be together

Scents of new wolves were littered upon him, and Sangilak felt an irate possessiveness overtake her. Who, now, did he run with? As she felt his fangs brush her nape, Sangilak did not miss a beat in bounding the direction he went, the movement something like a reflex to her. Her own fangs sought to grip any bit of him they could, neither gentle nor rough to the point of bleeding him, before Sangilak wheeled away herself and took five hearty bounds away. She suspected he might follow, and if he did he would be met with more playful violence as she spun around quickly, for the moment in between lunging back in his direction or staying in place, a bow strung tightly in its quiver as she moved.