Bearclaw Valley some kind of metal made up from glue

dare she submit?

her blood was soured by adrenaline; it heightened her senses (his teeth, raw against her skin - blood hot as it thickly spread down her chest and matted her fur) and stroked the fire within her belly that could not be dimmed -- the one which told her to war, war until her limbs gave out and her vision closed in.

she relented as a bubbling snarl crooned against her neck, feeling his breath hot on her ears with a shudder. astara's shoulders and spine tensed as she felt merrick press against her -- their lover's quarrel come to a bloody end, with merrick once more on top.