Wild Berry Meadow i am without a heart

silver form reeled backwards, releasing her grip on that ear before she could rend it apart, avoiding teeth that came close too close. ears splay, proverbial wings spread in warning, keres watch only a moment as the woman began a wide circle, the shark still testing the waters.

no more.

paws carried her forward, path driving straight for the violet-eyed heathen, a final snarl accompanying the act of driving her away away from the mountain, away from her home.