Phoenix Maplewood and with that timber, burn a hundred fires

she'd done poorly to ignore her hunger; the continued promise that she would eat at the next kill had been kept for days and broken each time. she whirled to face him, fangs bared in an instant and ears flattened. her breath came quickly as she struggled to dampen the vertigo that grew exponentially worse, to little effect. jaws snapped at him yet the motion only elicited another round of dizziness. gathering her limbs beneath her, seeing him fully and understanding him to be far more competent than the cause of the scars across her shoulders, she moved. 

she snapped at his face, the desperate mannerisms of a cornered animal. hackles prickled like viney thorns across her tape, and her whole body stood rigid and tense. the abrupt shift from hunter to hunted, quite literally, was as disorienting as the vertigo.