Wapun Meadow boorish

any other might have tightened then, bunched, sent his own teeth sideways to check the show. but merrick was only himself, and shuddered with pleasure at the brief sharp whistle of air alongside his notched ear.
single eye darkened with a serpent's hiss; an answering snarl oozed like oil to answer that of fields. silk upon stone, this one. dark muzzle rose, lips flashing a fanged reminder of who was to lead and who was to follow.
breathless, titillated; "taste mine," just before merrick bit the inside of his jaw, bringing forth his own stinging rivulet of cerise to drip in slow syrup from his lip.