Snowforest Taiga éphémère.

Heat flared in his groin, made his heart leap in his chest at her teasing. His ears cupped, eyes glazing with that lazy lust. A malicious smirk cleaved his lips and he pushed after her; savouring the chase that would ensue.
He loved his prey teasing him.
Loved the thrill, the surge; the claiming. The moment they screamed under him when warmth clasped around his member.

His foot sunk, making him eat dirt. He surged upward with a crow's laugh, glad the snowflake would make him work for her -- and when he got her, he'd relish her until the last breath.
Little did he know it would likely be his last breath