Hideaway Strath If it wasn't for bad luck...

Alright lets see if I can break this writer’s block….

A clear crisp breeze slid along the ground and pulled some leaves from the trees, sending the leaves along the ground to an unknown designation. Clouds moved along the sky like silent predators enveloping the moon, darkening this mid of night.  
Her eyes narrow as she watches him, Whrist was a young wolfess, her body was turning toward adulthood, Her mind, though keen, was slower on the uptake, once she moved away from him the lack of his beside warmth next to her was disturbing and she wanted it back.

The femme shifted her weight from darkened paw to paw, easing herself lightly upon them so she can dart in either direction she prepared tensing herself but she didn’t . She was pleased he’d chase, but as he made to lunge she noticed to subtle shift of his hind paws he wasn’t committing to the action she was hoping he’d make. Her white blue orbs narrowed as she assessed him. He had called her love, did he not mean it? Was this a different game.

She relaxed as he moved back to the deer, she used her teeth and sawed her way through the lobe of liver, she held and cut a nice size chunk allowing the rest to fall to the ground, a couple of snaps later the rich meat moved down her throat taking the prize into her body making her just that much stronger with it’s luscious nutrients.

The rest of the liver was nothing compared to the ‘piece’ before her and as confused as her mind was her body knew. Her white blue gaze was heavy lidded as she moved next to him her hip caressing his hip, as her tongue slid along her lips, moved from and grabbed at the flesh he was about to go for getting completely in his way her shoulder shifting against him less then subtly,