Wapun Meadow and the space has been broken, our love is broken.

great satisfaction billowed from the blackbird’s mirthless heart to have made her mark so plainly; the male darted forward in an exclamation of surprise. already her grip on his hock loosened, watching warily for his surprise to edge over into bubbling wrath.

he swung at her with terrific force. astara attempted a dodge to the side, but his teeth still managed to find purchase along her thigh. a sharp rut of pain flared from her hips as she pushed off, snapping at the space between them to deter any second onslaught.

with the gap between them restored, astara set to prowling after him again. this time she held her ground, though her tail flicked ever so cockily to the side in a smug, impish way.