King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

Shreya opened her mouth to grumpily explain that hell yes the lone wolf had been rabid, slavering, mad, disgusting. But... nah, she wasn't rabid. We got in a scuffle for food. She shrugged one bony shoulder, speaking the truth, and of a type of brawl that was very common out here. She had been tempted to deem the lone wolf rabid because she had found the creature that distasteful, but the male here was playing sensible doctor. Shreya had to play sensible patient.

“You are appealing but not in a way that would inspire me to want to eat you.”

Shreya was silent, and raised one brow. You what? Appealing? She watched him go, rather surprised by this comment. The grizzled old female was not used to being spoken to like that...

He darted off on his promised expedition, off to reap the newness of the green land. Shreya was left alone for a short time, listening to the birds in the trees and feeling her pulse beat painfully in her injured paw. Then the male was back, looking oddly handsomer than before, and Shreya scoffed down the poppies obligingly, giving them a good old chew before swallowing.

Then he proscribed backtracking, wriggling and pulling. Shreya hesitated sceptically. That sounded, as young people said these days, fucking painful.

Big strong boy like you: why can't you loosen the root a bit yourself? she proposed. He had teeth, didn't he?