Sun Mote Copse yesterday I hiked over a river that was not there

     Embry recoiled, ever so slightly, to absord the female's impact. A grunt escaped his maw at the fae's sudden ferocity, teeth gritting at the accuracy of her canines. Ever so quick. He sussed. Quite the madcap, indeed. His tail lashed heatedly as he madly thrashed out of range, jaws snapping haphazardly as he sought higher ground. She was admittedly quicker than he had anticipated, which somewhat offset his erstwhile hopes. Sure, she had agility, but she was far from onerous and lacked a certain discipline. 

     Breath flaring from his nostrils, he emit a low, throaty growl. Sea-green orbs flickered viciously beneath molten depths. Beneath the quivering bristles of golden fur, his muscles were tensed - primed for action. Within seconds, he was engaged once more with the woman; locked in a wild wind of pure rage. His large paws bounded from the earth in one fluid motion, so that as he lifted he was much closer than last time's preemptive attempt. Fangs bared in anticipation of contact, muscular length closing the small gap in hardly a stride. His flank collided with hers with a dull thud, teeth ripping at her shoulder. When he felt he had done enough, he bounded back out of tailshot.