Moonspear and breathe in time [m]

No matter how viciously she willed it, she couldn't find the force to rend him behind her jaws. While she caught her purchase, it was not enough. Never enough. She could only pull at his fur, and with every snap she waned, exhausted, bested. This reality burned her and when he moved out of reach, she couldn't pursue right away. Her muscles did not answer her immediately, and every second wallowing in her musky defeat with his laughter in her ears cut her deeply.

She had to pull it together and slowly, she steadied her legs beneath herself, knowing that once she crumbled completely, she'd not get up again right away. Poor timing, bad luck, and Lazarus had brutally overpowered her in the end.

The contentment in his eyes chilled her bones. At first she just watched with narrowed eyes, growling to herself as he slipped back and not immediately understanding his purpose in it; her head hurt so badly and she barely saw the invitation in the gesture. This was an assault on everything she'd ever been, she was reeling in the aftermath while her sights faded to a bitter red, and nothing else. She couldn't fathom the whole of what ran in his head, nor what this should mean. His mark on her may be unmistakable and now, she had to wonder what he would intend to do with it. Did he desire the mountain? Leadership? Only her? Her bloodline? Her love?  

But rage held fast, and held easily enough to make for fumes she could scrape by on for a quivering, ailing step forward to start her pitiful pursuit to dig her teeth into his hide. How dare he just leave her like that.. She snarled at his back, demanding otherwise, and so long as she breathed, she was determined to get what she wanted somehow -- even after such a cruel triumph over her.