Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

Her heart leapt, rising to take residence in her throat as the dark-pelted brute rumbled contently at her. Breath hitching, Durnehviir let herself be preened and pampered by his gentle teeth, leaning into every touch as the swarthy stranger inched closer to better reach her sweetest spots. When he trailed the length of her neck to caress the bold obsidian guard hairs between her delicate shoulders, she shuddered beneath the gesture. 

It was then that he pulled away. Butterflies remained, rousing new nervousness that caused her stomach to flop; had she done something wrong? Her opalescent eyes sought his fiery gaze for the first time, looking for something. Anything. An explanation as to why they'd come together so fluidly, naturally, and without even words. This stranger, dark and mysterious, had enraptured Durnehviir in ways she'd never allowed anyone. 

Viinturuth would've been disappointed in her, no doubt, for presenting herself so easily to a man she didn't know and who was not her mate, but Durnehviir didn't care. She yearned for more, as was obvious in the low whine of encouragement she emitted for her companion to continue.

He did, but the electricity was gone from his touch. Durnehviir, despite being so eager to once again bask in the high that came with daring to step outwith her comfort zone, steeled herself and chose to acknowledge the stranger's sweeping tail and playful mouthing with a high-pitched yip. She turned on her heels, glancing over a narrow shoulder and beckoning him with to pursue her through the wildflowers in a lighthearted game of chase.