Fairspell Meadow i watched you change

it was with open glee that buffalo listened to the dark laughter of his companion, noted the roiling of latent strength beneath the sable pelt as the lip-scarred boy turned away. but the madman knew he was not departing — no, their game had only just begun. he guffawed to himself, letting the other disappear from view in the tall blades before he bit his bottom lip — hard.
metallic salt flooded his tongue; buffalo dug his toes into the snow and tilted back his head, swallowing his own life with clear delight before he followed the shadow-hued boy into the clutch of the weeds. and while he knew his companion lurked ahead, his scent fire in buffalo's nostrils, the bear-child lay back his ears and slipped into a hunting crouch all the same. "come out, little boy. i wanna show you how men dance."